One night of just talking.
A connection made in moments...

This is not the end of me,
Just the end of us...

Days pass in sadness,
Every time I cry...

Ring around the roses
death is so imposing...

Her laugh.
The ring of all the bells at once...

You promised,
You promised to always...

Wicked dreams caress the soul,
Leaving behind...

In beauty, she is as Annabel Lee,
Though she is not dead...

This fallen faerie,
Flightless dove, rave...

Cover your eyes
So that I can't find you...

A place in the night
poetry bleeds from the wound...

The man with wings
flew down to us...