The darkness flys through the void of time and space unbound by life and death. A mystory held in the dark a light of hope in the wirld wind of a storm. passion and love go hand in hand in the light of day. Past and present colide in the sands of time. With wings like doves and tears of hevans clouds gentle sweep across the face of dreams not quite or stell but as loud as thunder crashing in the night a fight that never dies.
Dragons fly by night their wings beat like a thousand drums while their souls are endless and frozen in time. Their souls burn like a raging fire within the endless night that shall never see the light of day.