Sunday, October 21, 2012

the Winter comes

the Winter comes
my Grave will to be open
in the darkest Forest
much snow and bleakness

the icy winter brings frost
I'm thirsty of blood
it will warms my heart
my Soul will to be free

it's hard to find blood
nothing to find creatures
all have been withdrawn
I'm wandering through the forest 
 

to be continued