as my life comes my near
others seem to fear

as my soul starts to fly
as im starting to die

as it becomes close
my soul starts to arose

i take my last breath
before my death

so to all the trails
i have  traveled farwell

my hand are cold as ice
there shakeing like runing mice!

my hands are the color of the dark moon
as  it becomes dawn

as i fight the unatural
of the powefull nature

as i go into the wind
i take my last cold breath

your hot like fire
your admire by me!

your one of a kind
a awsome finded!

i love the sun
its always fun

when its out

i have all my might
in the light

im at my weakest
when your around

my weakness is at its peak
but only when your found

as the rose are near
there comes the fear

that there death is near

winter has came
there fame has became lame

but only of a shear

i disspear into the night
with out a sight

im always at my peak
never weak!

i defend whats right
even to a fight!

i watch them take there last deep breath
before there death

i draw my power from the night
which gives me my might

know one is safe at night
stay off the streets so you dont see my sight!