They meet somehow..by a faiths delay in some sont...
He did not know her...but she certainly knew him....
He had trapped her..in several dreams...and she fled with the wings she had med....
Though...he told her it was love.....and it felt right....though he blinded her eyes....with shallow sight....
They made love under the moon....where whispers under trees and series where abide...into the afleed...of the unseed bid...for a slavery woman to be shed in sid....
He married her...in a dream...
A dream of darkness that nobody ever had none ever seen....only she and him..together in darkness of thing deem....that most had been his redeem...cause for slavish whore she was for him....hidden in unseen fin....and fin was the resine...
A little boy was born...from the moonlight star...out of love for a woman that for him was simply to far....the soul was still strong...and sad....cause his mother ...he could not as close to himself be had....
And his father soo cold...so indiferent...soo very very untold...the story of his true son...living somewhere lost of afrom....
His father he needed thee....
Though...he never truly could be....
But...since of magicians he was made...then maybe...a good and nice guidance he might bred and sed....
Cause the boy is now a youngster....of actually fourteen....soo lost...soo lost...in redeem...of parents out of souls....souls that had met....
And soo alike the both of them....his eyes...soo brown...and hair soo fair...with sturdyness...just like his father...she could sincerly flare....
The man soo stubborn...he made a war...against her race....cause she was unfaithful...one time to many...with one of the plenty....
She would forever beg...of forgiveness from his shredd....cause she felt his love soo deep...
at nightime...in her sleep....
He haunted her....and had his life...as if it was in true reality...
Came to live...and lare....in beds and quares...as married once...
Though the shouts of another one...claiming him...she could hear from the far....
and sendt into then despair...out of his dreams mistress glare...
She did not know...not truly no..was she the mistress or was it the other one...
Cause dreams haunted her soo deep...soo deep....
But...strong she was not...soo...if the other said it is soo...then...she shall keep him ...
if she dared...
Cause this man was simply mad...truly mad...espescially if he not his own true will could blare
and flare and have as cascade....
Soo many words...she wishes to say..demand her will back...as she would snare...but...no...she would not dare...
Since he claims wars of galaxy kind...just for a stare at another dime....
Well...I am truly his...she would say....
Please...high lord...just...do no trace...nor desgrace...loved ones of my blase....
Though her body grew big...big and bigger...as a true troll....
and he had a troll for a wife....
Soo..happens to very very stubborn men...simple a simple fen.....
