Literature
Seth's princess angel
She sings to me, I hear her in the dead of night. She is all I can hear, the only thing I want to hear. She is so lovely, my pretty angel fair. Her eyes are shining saphires, as wind blows golden hair. I smile to myself, for I know she can see me. her eyes lock on mine, and I swear my heart stops beating. I climb into her room, and she laughs when my lips brush her cheeck. I smile, for her smile alone can weaken me beyond comprehension. We sit on her bed, and she sings to me some more. Though all we have is the night, I feel she is my morning, for she makes everything so bright. I close my eyes, and listen to her song. When the sun rises agai