come, ladies and gents of young and old, the story i am about to bestow, a story... to dark some say to be told. A poor little skeleton, wrapped up in chains, seems the girl has been mislead, what awful fate awaits her now? It's lucky she's already dead. Poor little princess, of this dying dead world, death is the color of fate yet unfurled. Fate is the color of things that must be, glad it is you, rather than me. What beyond death is there for you to dread, can it be one can be deader than dead? Is there not an ear to leaned for this death heir's sad pleas, or must they be swallowed in the endless of seas. Of only the laughter of manical cries, of a being of darkness, and her dreadfull green eyes. Tell us princess, what does trouble you so, on a night such as this, when the moon and stars light the navy abyss, and although you walk among those who passed on, the wind lets them sleep and allows you to dawn. With her mind filled with something she couldn't forget. Grim little girl, thoughtful and alone, underthe fullness of the moon that shone. Oh, dasel of dainty, in the lunar lights gaze, with confections of goodness within your minds haze. The night is quite young, so luminous and breezy, your hair flows free, so arising and easy. Wind surrounds you, the tranquility set free, and offers you a dancing and frolicking spree. The moon gives her a stage, in light she'll come of the age, and she wonders if anyone watches? She wants to give in, she will take the chance, where the dead do lie, she is certain she'll dance. Oh damsel of dainty, such ensounces you may hold, on All Hallow's Eve, you seem confident and bold. To waltz in the air, flight must be done, are you to minic Daedalus and his fallen son. so please as you feel the breeze kiss your hair, give into your passsions, and dance with the air. Not very angelic, and you do lack the wax, but nevertheless, you have brought forth the facts that you can sore in the sky. Dancing so free, the moon's aura and brisk air, comforting thee. They may not be feathered, but surely will do, as you spiral up, fly to the dark midnight blue. Dancing, finally realease from a tight woven cocoon, by the twilight of stars, and the bright yellow moon. To go forth and see what others may not, butterfly you were born as, never be caught. No angel in Heaven, you've decieved them in Hell, but stay sweet till eleven, and no one can tell. Oh damsel of dainty, such ensounces you've hidden, and no one to view achievments forbidden. So go ahead, let loose and play... actully there might be a slight delay. And the secrets you keep, the ones to be told, can wait thill the morning, the dance must unfold. Time's of the essences, so hasten your speed, for one you know is in dire need. He's waiting for assistance, for the rescue of another, you are the only one to liberate your brother ..Hurry little girl, for there's no time to lose, quickly, befor it's too late! You are to one who can save your little bro, from those who dire his fate. A evil system, brimming with minute creatures, what plans could you have for this young lad's main feature? Will you grind his bones to make your bread? (oh wait, i think line has already been said.) Now is time for heir to fear no more, for our heroine doth stand at the door. With an arrow nocked and face set brave, it is you she has come here to save.