Each day creates my Universe On my battlefield of thoughts. It be a blessing or a curse: All effect is born from cause. Day shall follow after Night Until I am Eternal Light. Past will vanish into Space Before I am infernal Grace. What chance shows to my fate: All...
„So, shall we meet again tonight?“ „It’d be my pleasure, and my pride.“ „Would it be already now…“ „It shall be my solemn vow!“ Time is cruel beyond hope…“ „Fickle, brilliant caleidoscope!“ „My heart is trying to escape“ „To win another’s humble shape.“...
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht