The Spanish Death
 
His eyes burn blood,
His grace and charm,
as he moves he dances his deadly dance,
He apperance is reagle like that of a king,
he gleams in the moonlight
this prince of death,
to hold you in his arms
his very embrace
cracks throught every corner of your soul,
he is like a rose in bloom
my spanish death
my vega...........

by amy morrison