Past the ruins of a dark castle.
Beyond the rings of Black flames.
Deep in the decaying forest.
Sits a pasty skinned man.
With wings of Blackness.
His long dark hair covers his face.
Which hides his empty eyes.
As he sits there in this dark place.
His mind begins to race.
Thoughts and images run rammped.
As he questions everything in his life.
Yet the one thing that sticks with him.
Is the memory of love lost to time.
With her she took his joy and plesure.
For she was both to him.
Till this day he sits there waiting.
Waiting for her to return to his side.
By his side is where she belongs till the end.
Till that time he will sit and wait.