Believe me when I say I grow enchanted things
To miracle carnations to deathly roses...
Where have I come?
It's all red and empty here...
Sitting upon his throne.
He remembers his children...
White is the color of fresh fallen snow,
A winter kissed dress with a soft glow...
In my head
thats what they said...
The lone swordsman,
Sits on a hollow log...
Games
He kissed my forehead...
A valley of death, killed
By the hand of the reaper...
Black is dark
it is sad...
There gallop the valiant knights
Their banners stream behind as robust kites...
Elves. A dark and mysterious race.
Elves. Tall, slender and graceful...
-x- i changed how i wrote after awhile, rhyming...
Lost in the night, being devoured by darkness...