[francinedouglas]

So oft tales unknown, voices bemoan
thy truth then, na`er whispering softly
shadows of magic, at thy sands pen
speakest to me then, angels often
beauty thy controlled, magic of men
thy shadows oft speak, mocking again
ancients speaking oft, angel then freak
darkness naught surpass, naught thy mystique
just a girl drowned, angel thy crowned
shades of then me, ever again see
shattered I be, molding ever again
angel lost demon, thy eyes in thee
ebony then changed, trunk oft magic,
taking oft you then, shadow to hold
so who be the freak, be any that bold
yet so I`m oft told, by shadows cold
so oft demon screams, reflect just me
living another, angels then be
in storms disappear, thy anger smoother
missing thine magic, living each other
so tremble my tungue, gold naught silver
in world mine frozen , so waters lost
mine liquid forms in words ``who be the freak``
doth angel dark then speak, in games unique
with stars then critique, as waters leak
my mind then but lost, as shadows accoct
leading in darkness, thine paths embossed