I have always dreamed of becoming a hauntingly beautiful writer. 
A poet that delves into the depths of sadness whilst also believing that the world can be a magical place. 
The fire that dances around my heart is held captive by my mind of stone - 
Delicate but dangerous.

I have a love for horror, fright and revenge, 
just something that makes the fire grow stronger - 
so strong that it keeps you away. 
Yet, there was a time when my heart was guarded by the most beautiful fairies that anyone had ever laid eyes on. 
They held their precious arms out to welcome you into my temple of love. 
Delicate and not yet dangerous. 

One day one of my fairies discovered a thorn that had been launched into my heart, 
and the touch of this destroyed her. 
From then on the fairies kept away,
dances of light turned into dances of rage -
causing the fire to start. 
Sometimes I miss my little fairies, 
but they know not to come back. 

For my heart is,
Dangerous and no longer delicate.