My eyes narrow as I see your faint shadow
I smile as I see you run in terror below...

Poison words to vacant soul
Appearing to mine ears...

Commit my heart to dust...
...Vaporized with the passing of time...

(This poem is about 3 demons that are talking...

-Be Still-
The maiden's quest for time...

(This is more of a short story than anything...

Spinning, slowly staring on;
Silent song within my mind...

In the silence, I beg to be heard.
But no...I'm not made for peasantry...

Mystical strength reflected in the sheen of black...
In a rush of eagerness, a strand of fire flows...

In the beginning:
There was the pain...

I am alone, but do I care?
I am forgotten...so much the better...

***This is a dream I have had twice now. I find it...