Personal project ( 2014 ~ )

Bite of an apple a crimson red; innocence fallen, fair and dead.
True love so great and mighty, the lady lay with the beastly.
Felines, they strut; whither come, whence go. A single purr, a spirit old; plenty pleased to steal wealth and soul.
Gold they seek, great baubles they keep; a fair maiden they hid, ole wild forest deep.
They shed no tears, nor reveal their fears; shadowed by envy, they glint, they leer.
It burns high, rises hungrily and fades to ash and smoke; an ember monster born of fear, feasting upon flesh and wood.