On such a scarlette letter she wrote truth upon his heart. Be a demon or not his heart wept of this anguish, his past.
Torn between a future of empty light or darknest night. He cried with Angels and danced with the devils in his mind. Never to find to solice again.
These Ravens she holds so well, perfect little dolls giving sense to her world as it spins. Such joys this world sings….
Sings eachday the glory and breath and life. This heart loves, feels, reaches for the stars in her eyes eachday forever searching for a way back to heavens gates….
“May you see the world beautifully as i see you.”