Eyes of misty grey -- look out upon the sky,
Crimson tears fall -- tattered wings refuse to...
Anting, breathless
Running away...
They come
In their dark robes...
In my mind,I feel a spark.
Feel the waves of a crimson heart...
My heart bleeds for her,
every drop poisoned in her lust...
Souls of the deceased wander in confusion
Inviting all mortals to the portal of death...
A small glowing fairy
A small tender creature...
The wind blew crisp this winter morning.
Reflections of the amber lights glowed everywhere...
Slow, sleepy eyes, gradually awaken,
A blank mind tunes back into reality...
What is this fear?
I cannot taste it...
To the night my wishes I send
Before the moon lit sea I stand...
These fiends talk to me,
Quickly and demanding...