In a realm where dreams dance in light's embrace,
Desiree dwelled with an enchanting grace...

Mother Earth, a gift so rare,
A place of beauty, beyond compare...

Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way...

Oh, friend once close, in passion's fiery dance,
Now vanished, like a fleeting specter's chance...

Poetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll...
Resounds within, where human depths are found...

Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through...

In the depths of love's vast expanse,
A yearning burns, a desperate chance...

In a land where snow should fall,
On a Christmas day, unusual...

Black is not evil, It's a Style so grand
A beauty that's been hidden from our sight...

The devil, once beautiful, desired more,
His craving for power, a treacherous lure...

In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise,
Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name...

Love they spout, love they falsely declare,
Yet their eyes betray a darkness, a glare...