Running on swift sure feet.
Running close together...
The Banshee
White Lady of Sorrow...
He has fallen, without a doubt,
broken the wings that lifted him up so high...
Hold me gently
while I fall apart...
I WANT TO BE ALONE
I DONT WANT TO B HERE Y DID YOU LEAVE...
Bitter taste,
blood in mouth...
I am a little fairy,
On a little red toadstool...
Standing here surrounded by the trees
I see your silver eyes through the dim light...
Falling from grace
Running at such a fast pace...
My viking so proud
With red hair and beard piercing blue eyes...
Stalking the night
in search of prey...
Oh eros what have you done
Doing another foolish games of yours...