Her lips a dark red, her cherry perfume.
Innocent blood lust all intervined.
A wild thing from the forest,
Parading as tame.
A creature, enticing as any I've seen
Ladies and gentlemen,
Let me introduce
My Queen
Wind whispers softly, against bladed grass, Caressing, slowly, softly, Toiling across strands of hair, and milk white skin...So long forgotten, so long ago... Idols lost, deep neath Leth's clever embrace, Star shaped eyes, twinkling, painting, something... In the sky...can't quite recall...A thousand voices, screaming, searching, reaching, gropping, drowning, can't make them out at all, But I hear you calling... Dare I to wake?