The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
Current Residence: silvery valleys sparkling in moonlight
Favourite genre of music: metal, rock, classical, folk
Favourite style of art: any kind
Favourite cartoon character: Charlie (from All dogs go to heaven), the Beast, The Last Unicorn
Personal Quote: In the Beauty of the World lies our ultimate redemption of mortality.