of monsters and men,

when the darkness again creeps.

of villains and heroes,

when the wingless angels cry and weep.

of wolves in sheepskin,

and the monsters under your bed.

i'll show you my truest brands,

when the silver turned the canvas into red.

of dreaming and reality,

magic fading into an eternity of mist.

i wished upon a star,

clutching tight at long-since scarred wrists.

of monsters and men,

falling down into a dreamless sleep,

of both good and evil,

when away all the lost souls were reaped.