[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..

[Soaring Feather]

That's good Dark.