The shade ambled through the dark
through the trees that spred afar...
I'm never seen
but always heard...
Wings of black
And eyes of blue...
I sit down on a rock
to think about my life...
Raven dark – a cold mystic gaze,
Shattered souls amid these wretched graves...
Golden-Blue gaze watches from below
Wings bound...
Gertrude the small;
was not very tall...
He falls from the sky,
slowly floating to the...
I stand alone
In this dark and gloomy world...
They have always craved
That scent of blood again...
There is a place where the fairies go,
its beautiful, magical and all covered in snow...
A lost soul wonders the skies
above waiting to be set free...