I remember walking
along my master...
What do you think of
when you say being a prince is fun...
The stars glisten
To tell me what I want to hear...
The Dark Is Rising
The End Is Near...
Fangs enter flesh
Crimson liquid is spilled...
The night sky flows over
Like a mysterious gypsy cape...
A black cat stands still.
In the alley late at night...
This tiny little person, with antennas and wings
Some magic wishing dust and a smile she brings...
Igniting the fire,
of a pained and doubted heart...
Thy eyes are blind but I can see,
the snowflakes glistening on the trees...
Looking through the sparkling water,
She sees the reflection of a pondering face...
The days are just numbers on paper for the world...
Time is recorded without thought or placement...