The darkest of wings fly the highest.
Bringing about a shade that diminishes life.
The most twisted of minds think the brightest.
Building labryinthes leading nowhere.
The blackest of hearts love the most.
Suffocating the spark in cold dead arms.
The dimmest of souls burn forever in the sky.
Endlessly fading in a darkening realm of silent cries.
- Quiet-Emerald