One, two, and three,

  My memories,

  Are waning like the moon.

  My red and blue,

  I swear it’s true,

  We are the creatures of the night.

  The crow has left, but you’re flying with me.

  Unknown gaze, I can feel you in the trees.

  The Twelve have died because He wanted Three,

  Well now,

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  It’s just,

  You two and me.

  So, fire come, won’t you burn us down?

  Now water come, rise up while we all drown.

  Silver eyes, bright, now come and take my crown,

  And now we’re bleeding red, take it from my heart.

  The holy three,

  A tragedy,

  They lost themselves to love.

  But now I know,

  In my shadow,

  They watch us and they are happy.

  Come my children,

  Let me tell a tale,

  Of three young monsters

  Who ran beyond the veil.

  Give our hearts to hearth

  As they gave theirs to us

  Hey you,

  I hear them

  Running on the forest trail.

  Silly crow fell in love once more,

  Winter boy frozen down to the core.

  Dancing on the green of the forest floor

  White flowers painted red from beating hearts.

  Red and blue said their goodbyes,

  Looking for the ghost of

  A girl who never realized that she

  Held the world in her hands.

  Oh, no,

  Now the story starts again.

  Won’t you please come back home?

  Three pieces of three hearts, may they rest their heads.