“The halls are light with a dark neon gren flames on sides… walking for what seems to be hours.jonely hated… left alone. a door in white... 60 feet tal...scared wanting to turn…opens..warm breeze brushing my face..Everything white. a girl sitting in a golden chair… A white wolf next to her not noticed till walking in.. its eyes glare with warning...as to say I will bite...to the girl... with long blonde hair and dark outfit...yogas to be exacted…with a tight top...with a red vevlet jacket , to see her with neon lips…and a stare that meant meant for cared for affection…longed that love… to hear a noise reapeating its self over,over,over and again and again…to see you stare at me with bliss. to walk over to pick her up… to the flaming horse to put her on it and to ride into the sunset. to hear that noise turn into beat, to hear it turn into a song…a song of love and distress...to see the wolf running along us...as if it was a packed bewteen her and him… and to love forever...to ride as a knight in shining armor. to have his princess at close arms… she is the madden in the white room”
