Hidden deep in the woodlands,
Near where a river flows...
Myths, legends and fables,
Roman, Nordic and Greek...
In the dark domain of Nightmaria,
Nothing truly is as what it seems...
You clarion not friendships broken,
To you ill-will is never spoken...
Someone special,
That's who you are...
Fall with me
Into oblivion...
My other half
You compleat me...
Sipping through
my coffee...
A dark, dark trip.
One that would take years to form...
These trees before me, sing so peacefully.
Their words are mixed with the breeze...
Ever think of the glossy halos women are supposed...
The Fly
A Fly landed on my arm...