In the darkness of the night a phantom rides the shadows,
the knight of darkness they call him,
Danceing within the shadows,his vail of rage hidden,
his shallow breath like ice.
His wolven bonds lay within,
the yellow gaze a reminder.
He regreats his choices made,
yet wonders what would life be like if he hadnt?
As time runs by the still,young man,
he drifts into a slumber,
warm but full of thought and debaition,
blood stains ride his dream line yet he ignores it.
Like nothing happend or has happend,he walks on in life and in the day,
as the silver moon rises over the tree canipy,
the wolven man walks a silver path,lighted by th
Why do people feel the need to lie to those around them? I hate liars and I hate being lied too. It is a unless way to avoid something or to hide something. But in my opinion, why hate? I have always heard that truth will set you feel, well it will. The truth is always better than a lie. This is because when you lie too much, you get so caught up in your own lies, that you soon forget what truth means.