"By blood and by me I fall when you leave. By blood and by me, I'll follow your lead." -Lykke Li, Possibility.

"Wings wouldn't help you down... Down fills the ground, gravity's proud." -Bon Iver, Roslyn

The Lady in Black. She loves to sing, and wander, and follow. She stalks me in my dreams. The lady in black, with an ancient face, and white glowing eyes. With long white locks placed flat and fair, I run through halls and hear her voice that comes from everywhere. She lurks in corners, and tugs at my soul, and my sanity she tends to tear. I feel her here, her cold presence claws my nerves. She laughs at my pain, and dances in corners and my losses are her gain. The lady in black follows me, watching all of my every move, she sings along and wanders along, and never can I remember the words to her awful haunting song.

Beast He glimmers with magnificence, glorious in the light. Eyes of sky, hair of midnight. And when he smiles, his sharp teeth shine, Beauty shimmers in all his grace. But it's in the dark, where the glamour is peeled away, when the animal comes alive. His pulse runs fast and veins turn black, and he is with the night. His lion-heart freezes into ice, his blood in a boiling rage, the beast has awoken, and the shadows has risen, and the blood thirst haunts the night.

I want to write a story. But I don't know what to write.