SaguineBellator

The whispering winter winds tell the tale, Leaving its' listeners cold and pale. It tells about lovers in whisper and song, It tells how something so right going terribly wrong. How she left and he went mad, How happiness withered and all went sad. The winds have so much to tell, Tales of emotional inner self hell. How people can open their heart's gate, Or how utter love and become bitter hate. Listen and learn from what the winds say, Maybe it will help to guide your way. Open your mind to pleasure and pain, Both are great if one can stand the strain. So listen and become what you know you can be, Release yourself inside and

I am trying to gather what I wish to place on my page. I have seen so much art that my eyes are bleeding. Such beauty is overwhelming and extremely inspiring to me. I have find my place and it is very comforting and safe. I am so glad I came to be a deviant.