• A smile that never quite reaches inside
    where secrets weather like untouched crystals
    where wound hurt the most,
    where sadness is but never shows
    black like a midnight sun
    burning like fire of a crytaline soul
    could he be mortal after all?
    fanstasy a blue god
    he controls the sea
    fantasy a red god
    he controls the war
    fanstasy a bright god
    he controls the thunder
    secrets that hurt,still not showing
    blood that stains the past
    the past is gone the future,black
    bright with thunder that sizez the fire
    fire burning bright that was once small