His Girl, Her Curse She danced in dusk like a flame in reverse, His girl now, bound by his curse. Eyes once gold now grey from the storm. A heart still beating, but far from warm. He kissed her crown, swore she'd be safe, But the things he promised are not what she is living today. She She was the storm in a summer disguise, A curse with a smile and fire in her eyes. He called her angel, soft and divine, But angels, too, fall out of line.