This tiny little person, with antennas and wings
Some magic wishing dust and a smile she brings...
A black cat stands still.
In the alley late at night...
The night sky flows over
Like a mysterious gypsy cape...
Fangs enter flesh
Crimson liquid is spilled...
The Dark Is Rising
The End Is Near...
The stars glisten
To tell me what I want to hear...
What do you think of
when you say being a prince is fun...
I remember walking
along my master...
As i walk, my body aching
i freeze to realize I'm in a cell...
The full moon rises-
The change starts...
How strong you are my friend?
Have we not met somewhere...
Starlit dew drops heavy on woven spider nets
And glances at a heavy fire horizon moon...