Bumblebat

I spend my time chasing the ghosts of butterflies, and howling down the winter moon.

I am the darling of the dance, when all that is left on the floor are the spirits of gentlemen lost.

I've written poetry and short snippets since forever, but the first time I really remember being rabid for pen and paper was in the 7th grade. My best friend and I would write and exchange stories, edit and assist each other. I eventually decided to stick with mostly poetry, but I still edit her stories for her.  

I'd love honest critiques, but please be nice. I'd rather not have my feelings bruised too badly. ^_^