You run through the woods
Feeling the earth underneath your muddy paws...
Leapt forth into the burning flames
The steed ripped in his reigns...
I have risen above myself.
The places within are behind me...
Watch out world, my abode
It is the year of the snakes...
An enigmatic white rose,
she was lustrous to behold...
You were a specter, a mirage provoked by the...
Its playful rays deceived me with their drawings...
Into the courtyard, to the site,
Wondrous pleasure, and an honor to be here...
When the music starts
She crates fairies and angels...
Journey with me, dear one,
Don't be afraid to take my hand...
This poem is made out of blue...
Whirlwind, do you know my name?
I'm the Emancipator, here to lay claim...
Aching hearts begin to soar, a bleeding soul to...
fallen angels and broken wings,no one hears out...