One thousand years ago
I made a choice.
To become beautiful,
to be eternal,
to fly like I dreamed of flying.
The velvet night would
always be my best friend
my confidante, my solace
my keeper, my protector
my cloak, my haven and
my home.
But soon i won't be the same,
I will be different,
A disaster. And i will be gone.
By Deveilschild1
