Up on a hill, I saw a light
In bitter cold December gloom...
I am a creature of the night.
A world class hunter...
Deep inside
The recess...
Weaving through the vines
spinning in circles...
Darkness falls everywhere
critters drink here and there...
What is this light I've tried to seek?
I climbed to the top, but the sky is bleak...
Silvery spider-webs lurked in shadowed corners;
domicile to hairy black spiders, creeping in the...
Slide on it, take a bite...
i will give u one hell of a fight...
The breath and tantalizing of mid morning dew.
My gown practically cascades around me as I run...
I welcome you to this little wonderland,
Where all nightmares comes from...
What inferno is this
that Dante's eyes transfix within my soul...
You caress my back gently,
Brush back my hair...