Trodding aimlessly along a broken stone path,
On the cold lonely moor in my sanctuary...
Alone a raven sits
His heart torn in half...
Fields of whispers covered in darkness
Where thoughts scatter and feelings regress...
A soul running free,
Away from a body it flees...
Outside a swirling tempest
Fills the morning sky...
The sun was almost setting into a sky of fire
Her black eyes were gazing over her empire...
An eye of murder
from the darkest life...
His fiery eyes explored the night sky as a cold...
...please make any comments you might have, wether...
Storm clouds gather
And the rain will fall...
Wind blowing
Fangs showing...
Sleep your peaceful sleep tonight
In disbelief of dragon flight...
My minds wick is brightly burning
Silhouetted in darkness...