The dark misty air surrounds me
my fear echo's very deeply...
Take my hand,
don't be shy...
I am the only one who is left.
The only..."Ice Servant." The others...
She Wants To Be A Ballerina
When She Dances She Creates A Beautful Aura...
The beauty I see
is the one skin deep...
How Could The Angels Not See
What Was To Come To Be...
Like talking to a dark shadow in a dream
Distant, wise, dark...
A/N: This poem is based on a Character that I have...
Anyway, am quite proud of this, although I have...
In my sleep i dream your with me
but its just a sweet fantasy...
He's walking away,
he has my heart...
Stuck in it's darkness
with no savior...
The girl is sleeping,
Her mother is weeping...