Just a tiny poem that I thought up as, its in the view of Raven. Have fun!
Dreams
My dreams don't just die.
They crash and burn and twist and turn.
Into something livid, it becomes, something evil and full of hate.
Lustful for the pure of heart and their silvery souls.
But I do not break.
For, if he wants her with her emerald eyes of envy and sunset locks,
He may have her until the day she dies.
But rare is the occasion, that amethyst and black to mix.
But when they do.
You better run; for it will be anything but fun.
Clashing effortlessly for eternity, me and my lover
Who just happened to love her more.