A heart, a ravaged, gilded cage,
Holds beauty born from shadowed rage.
A twisted rose, with thorns entwined,
A love that's fierce yet subtly unkind.
Pale moonbeams kiss a fractured face,
Where sorrow paints a haunting grace.
Each scar tells a story, a sign,
Of passions burned, a love divine.
Yet monstrous in its aching plea,
To bind two souls for eternity.
A grotesquerie, ...