Poems from Shaylagraymist

Through his eyes, I see the lightening hot streaks of the soulless metallic demons weapons as they rain down death from the dark crimson...
One should never meet ones hero they say But I saw mine just yesterday. In a corner booth in a small cafe. He reached out his hand for a...
London brown and Tardis blue. The next time I see your face you may be someone new, But when I look deeply into your eyes I will know that...