an ancient flame burnt out long ago, like the seeds of death the spirits sow, my heart is dead, doomed to fate, waiting to fall to earth. there is no hope. few linger on, hoping to rebuild the fire that once was, but it has gone, it is no more...
and yet in the densest corner, a tiny flicker of light emerges, a child, born with hair as golden as the sun and sea blue eyes, a gift from nature.
she shall lead her people through the dark times that surround them and return with so strong a power, that it shall bring back the dead and make civilizations rise from the ground.
just a young school girl...the one holding the power...the one writing this now.
i am here,
i am true,
i am real,
i am back.
love peace passion fire.
 o0-Indigo_Shadow-0o · Tue Jul 05, 2005 @ 08:40pm · 2 Comments |
