The Mad Kingdom

Fields of Black Daliah

The night brings darkness in a shade of violet only he can see.A hue that transcends minds and hearts like it is crafted of pure destiny. His lips unknowingly unlock parts of the soul forgotten.Words to express personal emotions escape them leaving mouths full of cotton.The struggle to be beside her creates wounds deeper than that of war. Yet he marches on proudly, taking more of her heart then any before.Blind to the strength of his determination, she trails trough the night leaving stars like breadcrumbs behind.Thus he continues battling the demons she can not see, keeping safe any secrets he may find.The day is breaking and time has come for the moon to give way for the sun.She stops wandering and as she turns to him she breaks into a dead run.Straight into the arms of her silent loving king.The only one to shield her from herself and unlike those before, give everything.Unsure of what lies ahead she looks to him and nods her head 'yea'.HIS yellow rose in a feild of black dahlia...