Darker* corners have ended their watch
                        Before
                            ­         The Sun
                                        Has
R  i  s  e  n

But these feathers I gathered
Show more beauty
Than the night *itself.

                                          Constellatio­ns can be seen in its fibers
                                          It reflects the light like the moon
                                          The stem is as hollow as her
                                          The ink is drawn from it's tip
                                          Writing words of
                                                              ­                                                  D  e  a  t  h

­This cancerous curse will be the fatal killer
In the night you'll hear a dragon roar
And a wolf
*howl

I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
A scared little girl
Looking back at me

Are you afraid, I ask
But I get no reply
All I can see
Are the tears in her eyes

Are you ok, I can be your friend
She looks back at me
Saying nothing….
Again

I walk away
Thinking how sad is she
Then I realize
That girl is me

The victim of circumstance
Rise to a challenge every day
Waiting for the fantastic chance
To see and blow them away

No hatred marks this patient face
But love and understanding does
Allowing me to win the race
With those around me and above

But I also see a fighter
Someone who takes everything in
Tries to make burdens lighter
So there will be peace again

I see a myriad of things
When I look at my reflection
Wishing at times I had some wings
To break free of the connection

So here's to looking at oneself
Not sure of where I am standing
But my reflection on myself
Will forever be demanding

The cold snow
fell upon the memories
and whited out the pain

The hungry wolf looks out
across the frozen tundra
and forgets his pain

Dreaming of a warm
summer rain
only to go out
and **** again

Knowing inside
is trapped
the lamb
in wolf clothing

I saw you in widow's eyes.
I heard you in her cries.
I smelt you in wood and fire.
I felt you in funeral pyre.

I saw you sitting on ground.
I heard you in violin's sound.
I smelt you in burning heart.
I felt you in man sitting apart.

I saw you within lost child.
I heard you in his heart wild.
I smelt you in anxious sweat.
I felt you on his cheeks wet.

Not sure if you searched me;
Or somehow I found thee;
Much love for me in you I see.
Now you ever reside in me.

The vampire is at the door
The wolf is in the yard
The ghost is in the house
The lunatic is baying at the moon
The siren is off the shore
The serpent is in the grass
The pain is in the heart
The killer is in you.