Take the best of every titilating place to be, then twist it, ever so slightly, to include all between darkness and light; shadows and sunrise; cold, and sweetly kind. Take it all and give it a vivid life, elegance, and a precocious child's wisdom, an innocent's joy, and have a dewdrop of my essence.
I'm a raven youth, golden complexion caressed in black curls; rich amber eyes speaking worlds of wonder, wisdom, and eager innocence.
Music of the fiddler's fire flows easily through my veins; passion forges hot in my soul.
Words I shape like the silver smith for only then can I speak my heart.
Young yes, inexperienced, true, but wicked wild and creatively able crowned in an immortal's patience you'll find me.
All the while, with all that I've seen, gentleness, sweetly, and honest still in tender innocence my heart, my eyes, my spirit has been, and will always remain. My strength.
