There I see a Dark Star
It gleams dulled yet bright.
It twinkles of dancing shadows
written in candlelight.
Sometimes it shines morbidity
a self-inflicting bloodied knife.
With manic inclined lucidity,
describing a poet's life.
It gleams dulled yet bright.
It twinkles of dancing shadows
written in candlelight.
Sometimes it shines morbidity
a self-inflicting bloodied knife.
With manic inclined lucidity,
describing a poet's life.
Transient an-hedonistic thoughts
On currents of a transilient breeze.
As Demons are beckoning darkness
Thus inflicting mental disease.
I seek this Dark Star to bare as I share
my minds quest for its sanity.
For all that is dark is not evil
here shadows tend, good to be.
On currents of a transilient breeze.
As Demons are beckoning darkness
Thus inflicting mental disease.
I seek this Dark Star to bare as I share
my minds quest for its sanity.
For all that is dark is not evil
here shadows tend, good to be.
In front of you stands a shorter felinae, looking to be in his early twins. Staring back at you is an eye of gleaming amber, and a cloudy eye of dull sky blue. Black ears sprout above messy hair, and a longer tail drags on the ground behind him. He's rather slumped as he walks and stands, though usually there's a slight smile along full lips.
