Night's yielding touch.
Scented with spice...
Life of dreams & Fantasy, were love
and Hate collide, good & Evil fight...
* okay before you complain in my comments that i...
I see her there on the floor...
Walking through the halls, I can still hear my...
It was so long ago and it still haunts my dreams...
Annoying mean and quite perverted
And now you wonder why you\\\'re deserted...
I sleep by day,
and hunt by night...
My wings are growing,
Black and Fragile...
Full of wisdom
Full of light...
A whisper from above
creeping slowly...
What lies behind your eyes
so deeply hidden inside...
When the faerie castle crumbles,
The clouds drained of the clear illuminations...
It seems every time,
this tool of paper and pen...