Golden-Blue gaze watches from below
Wings bound...
Gertrude the small;
was not very tall...
He falls from the sky,
slowly floating to the...
I stand alone
In this dark and gloomy world...
They have always craved
That scent of blood again...
There is a place where the fairies go,
its beautiful, magical and all covered in snow...
A lost soul wonders the skies
above waiting to be set free...
The power of dark will spread through the family...
Like a creeping and destructive poison vine...
Maybe you've read a poem,
That makes you ache to go back home...
Pale Angel
She walks with silent feet...
On the broken backs
of cold mountains...
Out from the light
Of the heavens it came...