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Where i walk the wind sings to me, I deeply breathe The woodland scents as they pass among the trees. Leaves dance merrily, then slowly falling in the lull Waiting to be caught up in the breeze again. Thus marking the breathing of the forest, this coming and going of air. If one happened to look up, they would just catch the slightest Glimpse of a baby blue sky with nary a cloud. Rustling plants, large and small cover the sounds of tiny animals living here. Though the birds and tree frogs make themselves heard In the silence before each breeze. The earth feels just the slightest bit damp beneath my feet as I walk Filling myself

Save me blessed angel from myself and those around. The people that would shatter me like so much fragile glass. Shadows come from all four corners, rises in my heart. Only you my angel keeps me safe from cold and dark. Stand shielding me from misery; let me laugh without a mask. For without you I will crumble and dissolve into the world. Inspire me my beloved daemon to create what I desire. I feel the comfort of the night as I walk with you as shadow.   The pull of power over those who desire to harm what's mine. Let them learn that fighting me is indeed a move unwise. For darkness comes to everyone, and many drown before new light

While the sound of laughter sounds out around me, I am a distance away on some undescribable plain. I feel the tug of dark spirits dragging down. I am unable to convince them to release me, as their teeth and claws are sunk into the flesh of my soul. I can feel the others swarming around, waiting for others to become weak from stuggling with me  and let go so they can take the places that slowly become vacant. For some reason the creatures from the Other realm make it so I cannot make a sound to the people who surround me, to ask for aid in release from these monsters. I can interact and manage to smile at the people around me, but some of

Give me a minute and I will give you the world For you there is nothing that would stop Me from giving you what you desire No matter how the world changes As so much matter in the wind Give me mere moments and I give you my life No matter what you will do with yours My passion is to please you And as such my life shall Become secondary Give me a smile and I will give you the greatest pleasure Even if your joy is in my torture or absence For you pain shall be taken with joy And the tears will be hidden From your scrutiny Give me your love and you will be my lord and lady The world will never cease to be yours As life will ne

Weariness pulls me down at the very start Tearing away my sense of reason Working to destroy the heart Working long and stranded alone In a place I do not know Waiting as the darkness deepens For a speck of help to warmth As i finally reach a place Where i see familiar lights Knowing that I will be home No longer lost in cold However I am not home yet And weary as the falling moon I must keep moving or I stay In perfect solitude I make it barely to my haven A shrine to blessed elements Here I stay but for the night To refresh my body and mind Let everyone who travels In many darkened places Have a place where they can go

I feel like I am not even here anymore. Unbelivably absentminded Memory floats in front of me, just beyond my grasp. The here and now seems so far away Like a nimbus, levitating Solid ground nothing but fanciful theory. Bass and drums roll over me Lay back and look at the sky forever. Time seems fleeting yet so static. Words do not mean what they once did. Blurs and noises, such droneing clutter. I try to form them into meaning. Yet understanding slips from my grasp. Where is the person I used to be? So full of direction, knew a purpose Did I fade away when left behind As my loved ones went on with their lives? When left alon

I walk throuogh sunlight maple copse In my palace grounds. Looking for someone, anyone Who might have alerted my staff I come upon two figures sleeping On the top of the grassy hill. The two young boys are curled up together And what surprised me most Was that these two in my private glades Had wings of grey and raven black. As I stood there silently They began to stir Looked up at me with big, dark eyes And I asked, 'Why are ones so young in here?' The older one, of raven wing Sat up and brought his compainion closer Hid him behind dark curtains To protect him from nonexistant wraith 'Please understand,' He seemed to say W