Chained

Every night I see dark shadows lingering
over master home The candle light to see
a little whats are around me The pitch
black tower I sit here waiting to know
when I'll be set free. I could hear scratching
during the dark night in this tower from
the rats. That's crawls under my feet. Off
to my left the flame to be seen in the lower
area. As the full moon creeps over the horizon
I could see.

I wearing a ripped, ragged, snow white
dress with the dirt upon my face. As my
tears rolling down my dirty face it feel
like acid. I could  taste the tears that
had rolled off my cheeks.

My wings dropped towards my feet. My hair
is black as the as the pitch dark night.
Chains  wrapped around  my wrists, and my
ankles to be trapped like an animal waiting
for its next meal. Sleeping is never there
and not the right answer. there's wolves
guarding of the front gate with their souls
to spend their lives read to hunt down anything
So death is the only the beginning