Dust covered fingers
chalk on the pavement...
I don't like this feeling
Every time I turn my back to the shadows...
Her wings,
like the fragile, soapy outside of a bubble...
In the mist
Of morning dew...
The blood already flowing
As she let down her hair...
I see eyes in the darkness.. They are running...
A small hiss behind me.. And wings lift in...
Shadows fall upon a midnight moon
Hiding darkness that secretly waits...
Black is the color of the sky
when the darkness takes over...
LOOKING OUT MY WINDOW,
FEELING A SOFT WIND...
Silently he soars,
through mountain great big jaws...
I'll take your hand in mine
We won't let them see us tonight...
She shouted to the sky,
As the rain began to fall...