The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.


sigh...

glazing in a daze

out into a sleeping land

i wish upon a star

delicately do i do in

as it stirs the soul

.sin

the blinding darkness holds me closely

warms me in its grasp

drawing me closer to my end

whereupon you lie master

maketh the mark of the side ….

.sin