My eyes are red,
my hair is black...
He spots me in the dead of night,
Underneath the willow tree...
Ice cold all alone
turns her blood to slush...
Take a walk one time
through the forest of night...
Breeze through the trees
Whisper of the wind...
Pale as a ghost
Hair black as the night...
Macbeth poem
A thane of cawdor...
Moon Dancer shines with an encrypted smile.
Runaway, but she'll return in awhile...
Once upon a time
In a world far away...
Lights flash before my eyes
Like visions from...
Crave You
I crave you...
I keep three wishes ready
lest i should chance to meet...