I see the dark beast of death
I know you have betrayed me...
The Banshee
White Lady of Sorrow...
Walk along an empty graveyard, yet accompanied
Shivers run down your spin...
How could i be so blind
The life i could have had...
Back in past eras
Ages ruled by kings...
The dark stone
Howling wind...
Kingdoms of men
Ancient elves...
Walking down this path in the dark.
All alone with no one leading the way...
This is a story, not a poem. Its for Creative...
His hands were thick, his fingers big and beefy...
They Called Her "Darkness"
By My Decadent...
I wish that she could see
What she really means to me...
As I lay, my body restlessly confined
Embraced by blankets of silence...