Am I very wrong. To hide behind the glare of an open minded stare?. Am I very wrong. To wander in the fear of a never ending lie. . Am I very wrong. To try to close my ears to the sound they play so loud?.
The winter's bitterness is lost. It's the fireside warmth that comforts me. The peace for all my thoughts. . The night brings shadows to the street. It's the time for dreams of things to come.
And I've nearly found a place to call my own. . Waking gently feel her presence near. Devil shattered, warmth is everywhere. I am only a child of hers, my guardian goddess.