The Angel and Mystic
With poems and notes...
Running through the forest at midnight,
Atmosphere black as pitch...
Bound to this island
It is our only home...
I am the broken fallen angel....
i am not apart of heaven nor hell...
There is a place in the world,
Just for her, reserved for eternity...
A story of sadness
and of bad luck...
This makes me wonder, is there such thing as...
Snow White worked for the seven dwarfs...
I first called this Frost, but later changed the...
I have a desire to escape
just for a short while...
Waft of mist envelops me,
and heavy clouds...
A seraph, perched
Atop an opaline moon...
Walking at midnight in a garden of red roses
Revealing dark beauty, no longer confined...