My mother used to tell me tales
Of midnight cries and raging gales...
My Love, Lancelot
My Knight thou art my love, my life, my sin...
7 deadly sinners, wait upon the crest.
A hill I could not climb, even at my best...
Surrounded by darkness; a light overhead.
I walk towards it and my heart stops dead...
Blank eyes
dark sky's...
World of darkness, slaying the light,
Around every corner, Life and Death fight...
It stood in the clearing of the forest
the moonlight beamed down on its white coat...
I cant seem to focus
my mind is distant...
The faerie wrath
my friend and i are faeries...
As I was floating over a greenish place
I heard the screaming of somebody falling into...
Hear them laugh
watch them smile...
She Is Looking out the window
As she drifts off to sleep...