The day it passes by
In a tune of pure dismay...
Wonderlands of white crystals,
Inching on the windowsill...
Said tree to its shade:
You pester me with your drifts...
There's something to be said for
all the stories we write together...
Lady of black-
How does it feel...
Now that I let the words out of the cage
Let them flow freely on this page...
He looks down from his glass tower
And surveys his world below...
Justice
Is left to unsuspecting eyes...
Flame filled skies scorch and sear,
Metallic hearts begin to bubble and melt...
When you war against
your brother you wage that war...
0
A number thought as a nothing...
They say,
your words are your power...