The Wolven Storm (Priscilla's Song)

These scars long have yearned for your tender caress.
To bind our fortunes, [bad word] what the stars own
Rend my heart open, then your love profess.
winding, weaving fate to which we both atone

You flee my dream come the morning. 
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet...
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. 
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep.

The wolf I will follow into the storm.
To find your heart, its passion displaced.
By ire ever glowing, hardening into stone.
Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace.

You flee my dream come the morning. 
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet...
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. 
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep.

I know not if fate would have us live as one.
Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound.
The wish I whispered, when it all began.
Did it forge a love you might never have found?

You flee my dream come the morning. 
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet...
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. 
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep.