Exile
Ripped, onyx silk rippled in the swirling, icy winds. Cascading raven black hair whipped around delicate, porcelain flesh. A faintly shimmering silver crown danced in the eerie half light.
Drowned Amongst The Flowers
A mystery, forever untold
Is about to gradually unfold
The story of Ophelia
'To cry me a river'
The girl who died in the water.
Rose
Rose was a beautiful and intelligent young girl. She had a warm, silky voice as soft as a summers breeze yet as fragile as glass. Nobody liked Rose.
The Lady Of Shalott
Heard a carol,
Mournful, holy. Chanted loudly,
Chanted lowly. Till her blood was frozen slowly. And her eyes were darkened wholly. Turned to towered Camelot.