A pine cone on a tree
A Lord of wisdom and courage
The moon takes shapes of three
Crescent, Waning, Full, New or Waxing
A seashell concealed by the sand
A Lady of knowledge and compassion
The world of different people
Consisting of various languages, religions or races

Walls are slowly closing in
Bit by bit and inch by inch
Suffocated by all the metal blocks
Caused by the broken locks

Spinning, spinning on the ground
It goes darn fast without a sound
Murmurs are slowly heard deep inside
Turning to screams, there’s nowhere to hide

Fear and uncertainty, turning into paranoia
Like a whirlpool sucking in every bit of her sanity
Silent cries that breaks the glass
All because of the old war scars
-Shirin

Consumed by the darkness as the angels begin to call
Will I stand in their presence or to my knees will I fall?
Dazed in a trance as they slowly came near
Screaming and gleaming with beauty and fear

As one angel came up to me and touched my face
She smiled so sweetly and took my place
As darkness passed through her and light through me
She fell to the floor dying for me

As angel’s death wad taking place
Right there in front of my face
Black tears were falling from her crystal eyes
As the other angels kissed her goodbye

Upon her face the smile remained
As her silky white gown was slowly stained
Covered in blood and scared tears
Screaming and gleaming with beauty and fear
-Shirin

Met in a hall,
Live next door.
Dated in a valley,
Past the next alley.
Girl with haughty air,
got long blond hair.
Boy named Dave,
The girl's next crave.