Comments about Astrid Alexander
The water ran cold over her body,
a second ago she had the cold steel bridge under her feet.
She had the cool night breeze surronding her body and callign to her.
She took a leap of faith and took a step.
The weeds below her now twisted around her, tying her up and pullign her below.
She stopped fighting, she stopped struggling and tryign to surrender.
She surrendered to what lies beneath.
Death Of A King
I cry but the angels sing,
They sing of the death of the reinging king.
The ashes they rise,
from the darkness inside.
Trees in flames from whispers of suicide.
How sweetly they sing,
of death of the King.
The throne taken now,
so bow down to the Queen.