Many a weary year ago,
When my hair was rich and black,
Before I'd broken both my knees,
And snapped my fragile back,
I strolled into a forest,
As cocky as could be
No use in being modest,
The world belonged to me,
But as I walked down dirty path,
I decided then to linger,
For I had felt a wicked heart,
Seen a tall and slender figure,
No man was he, no natural thing
His skull was smooth and white
No mouth or eyes above his chin,
He filled my soul with fright,
His arms grew long like whips and vines,
He wore a suit of black,
I'll remember him for all my time,
There'll be no going back
Who was this demon of the wood,
Current Residence: Darwin Operating System: Mah flesh! Shell of choice: Turtle Skin of choice: ¬_¬ Mine Personal Quote: One must see the darkness before they see the light