[Soaring Feather]

  Haunted eyes are broken windows with tattered curtains of the soul blowing in the wispy breezes of the fires of eternity...

tattered curtains
wispy breezes of the fires
of eternity...leap high
in midnight sky
from broken castles
of olden time
and gargoyles creep
round in shadow deep
ready to pounce
on headless horses
ride the wind
ghost rides night
black knights horror
clanging tower bells
hunched old men
dressed in burlap
leather thongs
black X on the cape
dark riders weep

See what you can do with that..

[Darksheare]

Haunted eyes are broken windows with tattered curtains of the soul blowing in the wispy breezes of the fires of eternity...
Staring empty from a balcony on the cobwebbed tower beyond the chasm
Surveying the arctic realm from a solitude fortress inside their heart
Solitary heir to the stone throne in shadowmere, tomorrow's home, yesterday's grave
Riding high on the wings of eventide without the warmth of the sunlit sky
Always hungering for the briefest touch to warm the tattered soul behind the haunted eyes..