Yes I know! My english aren't the best!
The sun will fall, and kill the light.
An enchanted voice, a cursed black soul,
The prison of the heart, is a empty hole.
So beautliful, so mysterious, so evil, so red,
But his just a man, who walks, still dead.
A withering rose, your blushing cheek,
fall into the dance, your mind is weak
Dead mans land, the pitch-black frost
The dance has stopped, your soul is lost.
Poetry by Sofia
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Written on 2006-02-19 at 23:27
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The vampire dance — Death has lost his way.
I doesn't matter wich word I write,The sun will fall, and kill the light.
An enchanted voice, a cursed black soul,
The prison of the heart, is a empty hole.
So beautliful, so mysterious, so evil, so red,
But his just a man, who walks, still dead.
A withering rose, your blushing cheek,
fall into the dance, your mind is weak
Dead mans land, the pitch-black frost
The dance has stopped, your soul is lost.
Poetry by Sofia
Read 514 times
Written on 2006-02-19 at 23:27
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