Alone at the ball
standing straight with the wall
trying to find him again
but soon the night may end,
Through laughter and danceing
I find him......dead.

I can smell your fear,
I can feel your pain,
i lurk insaide dark memories,
As you slowly go insane

Leave me be, and let me drown in my tears, let my sorrows take me away, to the place of no fears...
* My Dreams *

The young woman embraced the dark celebrated Angel with a liquid voice of fire and poison.

We maybe apart now, but in so many ways i am more free, and for now that is the way it must be!

I'm going to have to fight, not just for me but for the people of the light!

That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die

Hey can everyone comment on my new poem its called lets!

A fairy can spread its wings out and fly, so we can do anything......

Mirrors are more fun then television.

He's the Dark of her December night