Bringers of Doom

Bringers of Doom There was a little princess, One dark and mysterious, Who loved the night and moon, But never to serious, Her smile can frighten any mortal, Who falls beneath her gaze, Her hair flowing like a moving maze, Medusa can be turned to stone by the reflection in her eyes, Shes the Immortal Princess of Blood, And shes looking for her Immortal Prince, She comes across a boy, About the same age a her, She looks at and he stares back, No afriad or scared, His black hair shines in the night, As hers flows to the wind, The sweet sound of rain falling, As the two intwined in eachothers eyes, She softens in his arms, He becomes her Prince of the Dark, Their names Princess Willow and Prince Blake, Both the bringers of doom.