I cried verses tips of finger... cursed castling of linger. I fed dark demons in my head-- I took the Satan to my bed. I laid the satin pillows posed. I fed Dark Demons; they arose-- and stood in stead in armor'd dream I fed my reason my repose... I fed the greed of evil grow-- I cursed the castle cloaked in snow.
[This message has been edited by serenity (05-04-2002 07:51 AM).]