When I was somewhat lost and confused,
I travelled, trying to find my feet...
It’s pitch black
I can’t see a thing...
Sing to me
sweetest rhymes of fantasy...
A kiss is pure bliss,
But your kiss is madness...
Once beating and strong, lays silent and cold
surrounded in granite, eyes liquid and gold...
Form - Narrative
Title - The Hunt...
I shall create a mighty horse,
But I will not hide inside...
I keep having this memory
a reoccuring dream...
Passion Consumes me
Emit fire from my eyes...
You fall from a giant height.
On a dark and timeless night...
Two voices clash in my mind
One pure and true, one less kind...
Walking through the halls, I can still hear my...
It was so long ago and it still haunts my dreams...