within the light of his own glass sphere
In the shadows we await her here
in this house of a crimson glow
we listen to the ghosts
and watch them grow
in the world outside as the sky swirls with snow
the demons bark as they hold the gate
The monsters rise to the call of the feast
But the flame rise up to slay the beast
The castle stands tall and the ballast is true
the king though is missing as are you
Who can find him within the tower?
The time is nigh!
For the clock strikes the hour
A darkness descends a hush has arisen
the castle is empty except for the prison
but within my world my own glass sphere
they cannot touch me cannot find me here.
Even were I to wait a thousand years
and if  the crystal princess were to cry a million tears
still my corps they would not find
Still the castle tall would stand
Still the crown would lie in my hand
But in this place of desolate skies
There is no room to give good byes
For I am I tyrant within this place
I’m am a monster with a human face
for in the dessert of shaken grains
you’ll find no tears for my remains

Welcome to my world
was it all you ever dreamed
they told me it was fantasy
a prelude to a dream
but in my mind I saw the truth
exactly as it wer
this fantasy of angles
flying by in such a blur
welcome I will tell you
to this world that I made
come in my friend and don’t you be afraid
for beneath my wings
ill keep you safe from harm
so again I say
welcome to my world although it isn’t real
welcome to this world
where you’ll never have to feel,
the pain of hate or lust or anything but love
For watching over you are angels from above
I would gladly carry any cause for you
if you’d but to say
but all I cant carry is my love for you
beyond my dieing day…

In the shayed the subtle sword lies
the wrath of that our lord
born of that and flaming bird from the shadow he first was heard
he lives his life within the page brought to live by the artist sage
for in his hand the soul his sword
within the sword the flames of a spirit unkempt
from the phoenix those flames were rent
do not try his patients still
for flames do burn and the sword will ****,
he guards the paper of a dreams light touch
be careful my friend that you don’t touch to much
for in the attempt to **** this dream
the Shayed will strike his sword will gleam  
and if you take what is not yours
the shadows will drag you back to the Shayed
and justice there you will await until once more you’ll see the gate
you know the place where you will go if demons seed is what you sow.  
But of the Shayed he’s gentle of soul just a part, of a better whole
he is a creature living
still a spirit of sorts and yet with skill, of the phoenix
this is true yet a part of me and some of you
the things we see perhaps unclear you know what I speak my brother dear
within the pages our guardian told the Shayed of now and the angels of old,
I see this spirit I speak his word I tell yee now of what I’ve heard.
He tells of times as yet to last
the times he’ll guard when we’ve all past
in his heart he wishes it not
but he will guard the secrets sought
he is a herald of yet to be
this the spirit from you and me.