Autumn Tears

Spirit

Those who haunt me
Don't really matter
I still hear them
Innocence and fear
Living flesh and blood
Tender screams hide
When their fleece turns gold
I still hear them

The Glow Of Desperation
The Air Below the Water
Colors Hidden Within The Gray
The Origin Of Sleep
The Hallowing
Eclipse
Love Poems For Dying Children, Act Iii: Winter And The Broken Angel
The Garden Of Crystalline Dreams, Act I
Love Poems for Dying Children, Act I