Mastering the art of perfection… It does have a ring to it when you hear it. I can imagine a Jane Sue being the ideal epitome of a perfect being,…

Her memories were fading… She didn't know why, but with every step she took, she was losing the echo in her head. No longer able to hear the sounds of…

Nine yards of silk Is usually a sign In the Alhambra manor As the grace of a new bride The pride of her clan Ran deeper than blood ties As…

As it touches her lips, She feels a shiver, Cold, yet satisfying, Always craving for more. The first impression is always the same. You think it's sweet, So you quickly…

She doesn't know how, but people seem to think that she is full of life even though she is slowly dying inside. Their eyes of beads are unable to see…