Speedyengel1

In the mountains of my kingdom ,
In the thoughts of my fantasy ,
Sprung from the longing
the night,
Born from a single tear ,
Silver - clear - meaningless
and yet valuable.
She runs me out of my cold eyes ,
the pale - soft cheeks.
 Your salty tarnishes  taste
my senses ,
to die in front of me on the cold ground.
From a tear is a trickle ,
From a trickle becomes a stream ,
From a stream a river ,
From a river is a
traveling power ,
The downfall of my kingdom ,
Lost in the tears of my sorrow ,
In the longing of my heart .