A mother;
Loving and Protective...

She takes another hesitant step;
Down the jagged halls...

The cold of night made its sudden appearance...
"Follow mine own footsteps, in cover of...

All this time I thought I was
Strong enough to get by...

Floating above the white pasty clouds
Awaiting my earth crashing fall...

There are too many days
Where it feels like I'm dreaming...

I had stayed out of his eye sight, within the...
Watching, as he rested his horse in the stables...

And she stares down at the bloodied ground,
Her heart lifeless now, its beats, a dim memory...

I had come across this man,
shock in my expression...

He was a walking wasteland,
Laying the hand of death...

And as the clock struck midnight,
I knew from the first chime...

When I close my eyes;
I dream of wings of feathers...