WiccanGodess

Darkness over shadows those... ..Who have no feelings. It is creeping upon their souls. She is now dreaming. There is a life... ..Feeding in her mind. Do her eyes burn? How does the light turn? The sun can never be so bright. Memories run through her brain. It is like a picture in a frame. Please do not hide in shame. Deep inside the halls... ..Of unopen doors. She can hear the calls... ..Of the poor lost souls. Why does the room feel so cold? There was once a story... ..That told her of the grassy field. The halls become her life... ..Of unopen doors. There is a light... ..At the far end of the tunnel. Again, the sun i