Sweet
Sorrow...

The bottle dangles from limp hands
Upon the cold ground it now falls...

As your lips part
forming words of goodbye...

Mirror, Sacred Mirror
Why have thou forsaken me...

They say a friend will know your need
Will stand beside you when you grieve...

Lovely dragon made of glass
Upon my shelf is where he sat...

The darkness
now engulfs me...

A mischievious invader
Has come to EOP...

Did you hear me, my voice just a whisper
Above all the noise of the crowd...

As I stand at the door of our once happy home
Dipped in dark shadows and here all alone...

Oh Robin Hood, I see you, yonder
Upon the edge of dark forest green...

Battle Scars
By: Twisted Heart...