A Riddle
March 10, 2006

When wild herbs sing the songs of poison

My angel will soar in mist

Of pride, in which I see over

This one eye of my raven. My laughs

Shall glory in pain yet I shall

Not harbor roses to live. Here, winged

Souls are at a cavern, which no peace can be sought through in

Darkness. Whereas my stoned heart cannot deny...

A/N: Yes, it's a riddle, for there is a message hidden within. The Riddle of Epsilon will surely help for this-it's in the same format as the 'Ballade of Yolande'...and it's an awesom book to! Remember: your clue is 'V....V....V.....V....." Have fun...and review the poem to!