Beauty behind bars,fair maiden. One who shall pretend. A humble paige who wants to know a will that will not bend. Satisfaction in defeat? Or simply in the know. Of reality touching bleeding feet in a game called status quo. Tell me of your evils. Your soul I need to know. Let comfort be my guise to you and compassion be the show. Take my hand my sister as I show you all my fears and let me pray for sanity as you drink of honest tears. My life? A dying fantasy, built on stable land. But my ships are on a restless sea that slips like hour glass sand.  ¶ 6:17 PM