The black crows perched on the iron fence of the castle.
I heard the demons cry from the waters below me.
The dark clouds blanketed the sky.
The moon stopped shining that night,
For the sun would never rise again.
For this is the land of the dead.
All who perish shall come here.
Not one soul may leave the land,
Unless the chosen one decides to set them free...
--these little journaled verses were written about...gosh, five years now? Maybe 6, I can't remember. . . they were going to be for a novel; I just never finished it. ---