Zitat von navre am 30 Januar, 2006, 1523 Uhr

Garden of Eden

Wandering through time lost in thought I pause to wonder
I stand about admiring the beauty all around me taking note of its every waking shape and form
For the most part all that I see is beautiful in its own way
Loathing comes easy to me
I am a gargoyle standing in the basked shadows
Of the garden of Eden
Never once did it cross my mind that something…
Perhaps some one could be staring back at me wondering the same thoughts imagine.
Me the criers remark some one who actually belongs in this garden amongst the rest of the beautiful things I find my self surrounded by
And leaning against a massive oak I wrap my cloak about me guarding my secrets,
Testing the waters I cry out to the night air and see what response I might get if any
What will the reply be I wonder?