I can make you feel the icy silence of the snow,
but rest assured a lonely night is why you want it though.
I can brush onto your skin the master painter's glow,
but once again I promise you don't really want to know.
I can taint your blood with sin as black as it'll go,
but oh my dear it's rather clear you want an ebb and flow.
I can tell a secret spell that takes away the woe,
but come the sun and when we're done I'll stunt your chance to grow.
I can trance you into dance and make you pitch and throw,
but limbs will brawl and down you'll fall when we go toe-to-toe.
With my stares I'll raise some hairs with wisdom like the crow,
but race your heart and then restart when the beats begin to slow.
With a running start I'll break your heart into pieces you can't sew,
but toll the bell to rip soul from shell and seal you down below.