As i lie here in darkness i wounder if i'll ever see the light of day again if i'll ever hear a laugh of joy smell the sweet smell of a rose taste the sweet water and relax under the bright beautiful sun or am i forever destend to wounder the realm of shadows that i have called home for so many years of my life and if so why is it that god choose me to be king of this place to suffer for so long what ever happens to me god wont care he knew the day i was born i was different from the other souls so he tore the feathers from my wings and cast me into the darkness hopeing i would die hopeing the creatchers of this dark land would consume me like they have always done to those god cast out of his warm loving embrase but to his amazment they didnt kill me they helped me get back on my feet they tended to my bloody featherless wings and tought me how to grow the feathers of the shadows and they tought me how to use the dark to my advantage and when the time came they made me king so now i sit here on my thrown of shadows in the realm which i now rule and control no matter were you go in my realm i will find you or my minions will they only kill when i say kill they wont make a move until i say so if you are lucky enough to get here you may live you may die it all depends on my word