Let us walk down to the river side,
Come along now my tear-stained bride...
I walk the busy streets
alone...
Once again, no explanation. What can I say, I love...
This is for Tourniquet. You know who you are...
I was inspired to write this poem after watching a...
Christopher England was a boy, just nine years of...
So I sang my song
of lament and fear...
Late at night darkness has consumed the skies,
In a secluded room, concealed from prying eyes...
A castle
Pristine against the sky...
I was actually trying to add a signature to my...
A King So Strong
A Kingdome Great...
They cut my wings
and told me I would never fly again...
Every night when i cry.
I see you standing in my room...