BlackFlameDragon

What I Am The shadows of perfection fall far from my soul, As the black flames of my heart burn bright, The longer they burn, the darker they become, Never to burn red again. Purity falls four years too late, As innocents shatters four years too soon, My sister the pure and perfect, My friend the reaper of innocents. My tainted black heart yearns for the forbidden, A lust, a need, for a love unheard of, Secret, only known by the few and the one, A love only revealed to the shadows. The child of legends I am not, Nor the child of untold evil, Tainted and dark I may be, engulfed in the flames of the shadows inside But I am what