These secrets that i hold,

are held deep inside.

Locked in my heart, 

haunting my mind.

For these are secrets,

i forever shall keep.

Where dark and deep secrets

forever will sleep.

These secrets when i die 

shall buried with me.

forever trapped in my body

how they always will be.

She calls out

to her crows.

They come flying by

in hundreds of rows.

Cawing and crowing

out into the night,

these are her soldiers

through dark and light.

They watch over her world

with little sound.

Though when a crow is hears

trouble must be around.

She holds a bond,

with the moon.

They empower each other,

but are parted much to soon.

The night is her friend.

The day is her foe.

She and the moon rule together,

for ask the forest it will know.

Each night when the trees lift

her into the sky,

her crown of vine and flowers bloom.

And she calls out into the night,

soaking in the midnight moon.

The trees as always,

from their branches create a thrown.

Where the dark; ruler of the night,

sits talking to the moon alone.

Black hair, floating like a

halo around her.

Like a halo of darkness,

that surrounds her.

Blood red lips, to match

her blood red dress.

Pale skin, to match

the moons crest.

As she hides away

from all light.

The trees protect her

until the night.

When the moon

returns to shine,

she is out crossing

through the woods vine.

Stepping out before a pond,

where the moon reflects.

She looks up and,

asks the moon its secrets.

The luminescent moon,

goes to hide away.

For it is the suns turn,

for a while to stay.

So she must go,

red dress trailing behind.

She runs and jumps,

before the end of the night.

She goes to her safe place,

where she is hidden from the suns ray.

Her safe place the trees create,

where she is always welcome to stay

She is a ruler of the dark

she rules it all through the night

the forest begs her to stay

but she must go before mornings light

she rules the dark

in a blood red dress

black hair flowing behind her

in the night she gets no rest

the trees lift her

up into the dark sky

so she may watch

over the world through the night

Death has payed me a visit,

though i do not run or i hide.

I welcome it in, 

it steps in, in one long stride.

Death should not be feared,

just look it  in the eyes.

Then that is when,

there is nothing to fear you realize. 

So i personally shake deaths hand,

and invite it in.

Because death like life,

is my friend.