Death looked down at her an he felt pity Angelique...
"Quiet," he said closing his liquid...
Silence...
Night falls upon her blessed face,
Pulled into her tired embrace...
There is a myth among the tales told,
Where when the sun has finally set...
I live my life in fairy tales
with evil power-hungry kings...
For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she hid...no one knew...
I wasn't always so misled"
I believed in those who kept me fed...
My eyes hurt, a painful reflection,
it's a state of art, my fantastic imagination...
A North Wind ghosts, severe, through exalted tombs...
In a wasteland stricken badly by an all-consuming...
Bound in endless slumber for a thousand years by...
Prophecy fortells this day she rises from the...
Great gray king of forests
He feels his pack draw near...
Into the shades of black,
she walked alone...