• in the sun
    every hour is done
    just rise for the night
    wating for the moon to rise
    and stars to be come light
    as the night crittes of the woods
    not mean
    but nice as the queens quarters
    not ugly
    but beautiful as the full moon gleams
    with a horrid curse
    that has no ending
    but yet
    all things that are lost
    surrounds the cursed woods
    to give it again
    wish to be free
    and love hope faith
    as the sun rise
    turning every hour again
    changing to nothing but emptiness
    waiting for the night
    to rise again