The Vault

Whispers of words that I fail to hear Echoes of darkness to  always perservere Never in a million years did I ever question What I was doing was nothing but a fraction Of the heart that I bore in my chest I never wanted to reach for the light For I feared the light would reach back But is the darkness any more comfortable Than the cross thatI must now must bear Or the forgiveness I wish to lack So many questions and so few answers I fear the questions, but I loathe the answers Perhaps the answers are not what I sought Only a comfort to my own bleeding heart

Welcome to the Vault of the Red Eyes. Which shrine to do you wish to enter?
Cyclops (Scott Summers)	Vincent  Valentine

Steal the poem at the risk of your life. The Poem is the property of Kari Retzlaff. The above picture is the property of Jee, drawn for Kari.