Blasphemous Sins (in Leeds)

She's dressed in black, but there is a reason she is called a Snow White The flirt, frills to the dark rooms, the candles, the spells a Reflection in a mirror of seeing her instead of yourself. She's got the sleaze standing over your head like a banshee. Questions in Leeds, a tragic love did it bloom? A passion fierce, was it a tale worth told. Is there silence to resting over the tea and the dead eyed stares. A love burned from the behaviors of flowers to dead soldiers. I feel like I'm a wire on a last spark, and you trivial yourself back from a woman to the seashore of a child's eyes. It ends in sorrow, don't you know. She was a wild one, with bright red hair. A bewitching glance, a dress, a feast. a friend a foe, a song for you…