Lady-Mystiana

Magic When there is nothing left, what remains? When all hopes are dashed, what saves the day? When darkness rears its ugly head, can true light keep its flame? Magic. What can reignite the dreams of a child? What can restore warmth to the forest of the night? What surrounds us in the terror times? Magic. When magic is there, hope is alive. What magic gives is hard to provide. When darkness comes, magic is the light. What remains is magic. Magic. Magic is not something that can be fully controlled. It is in our minds, hearts and souls. When all else fails, though, it pulls us through. It is hope, light, and true. Magic.

Don't Mistake Me For An Angel Don't mistake me for an angel, My wings no longer can aid flight, Don't mistake me for an angel, My feathers are no longer pure, Don't mistake me for an angel, My spirit is being stained black night, Don't mistake me for an angel, My footing will never again be sure, Don't mistake me for an angel, Scars cover my pale hands, Don't mistake me for an angel, My heart no longer understands, So don't mistake me for an angel.

Discord Discord does strike with its horrendous hand. In dusty ashes, this tattered heart fell sweetly. From which ill wind of fate will the last cries be heard on grieving ears. Soft rose petals flow on a soft evening breeze, still warm from her last gentle touch. The clear jade eyes shall never again see the pale peach of the morning sun. Without the faint smile that lit her face so beautifully, a pale ghost that should not be. As news spread of her final breath, those who loved her are drawn together as she once drew them, only this time without their core. For all their future time, they will remember that little girl whose life was los

Evil Evil. The haunting darkness in the back of people's souls. The creeping shadows encroaching on their minds. The fatal whispers at the edge of our hearing. Quick, silent attacks in the dark. Black. Horrifying. Evil. The torture of souls, minds, and emotions. Strangle-vine jealousy cutting off the air. Bottomless greed drawing everything and everyone in. Unsatisfiable lust and wrath pushing people off the cliffs of their life. Drugs and fears throwing them into the pits of insanity. Gluttony and sloth eating humans slowly from the inside. Pride, deceit, drawing those in high to the deep depths below. Never ending sorrow and sadness, an

Monster Monsters. Under the bed, in the closet, hiding in the shadows of the night. Whispering, skittering, and slithering through the dark. Watch all around you, light your way for you, don't know what you'll find. Follow your path; beware of lies for they are a monster that never dies. Claws raking across furniture, the sharpening of weapons. Soft pad falls of silent steps never to be truly heard. Glowing eyes appear in the night, then quickly whisk away. The eerie sound in the room? Breathing? The monsters? Or yours? Another person in the house? Your reflection? Or a ghost? The stars and moon are hidden. By clouds? Or something much more

The Last I cling with all my strength to the branch, but even that was not enough to stop me from falling. Cold air no longer helps me survive as I hit the water. I speed up—faster and faster—and suddenly I am airborne once again. The water is rushing and frothing, spraying me with its spit as I once again descend. A sudden halt, I am caught on a rock, but the water comes and destroys my safe haven. Gasping, I remember that the air, my longtime friend, has abandoned me forever. With a final splash I land again on the dangerous waves, thinking that at least I will float out my days. Alas, a stray drop of the treacherous dew lands atop me and