Black little fairy

the deception of death is grabing me on
the last wish i have , is to give you a dawn
and i wished for you most , when we felt it dies,
ghost to ghost and we always felt it rise
you looked as a fairy but now you so old
while i touched your pain while i felt the cold
as a killers we stood infront of the fear
i can feel it comes ...


?are we dead my dear