"These are the darkest clouds to have surrounded me."
Riven had not a clue what he had gotten himself into, he didn't quite know if it was even he who had gotten himself into the mess. However he did know that somehow--by a strange force of his own sheer ignorance--he had tangled himself in Darcy's brutal web. At first it was all good and somewhat loving. But the closer Darcy grew to completing her nefarious deed the meer thorny the relationship became. The wolk of dark and sensual bliss had lifted at last.
"Now I find my self alone caught in a cage there's no bloem to be found in here,not withering of pale to me."
The boy was trapped and very much helpless. The wicked trio had their fill of using him...sucking all he had to offer right on out of him. He was Darcy's tool, the woman--once a beautiful, dark, exotic rose in his eyes was now no meer that a menacing weed. A weed manifesting in his garden, spreading, ruining any beauty that was once to behold.
"Everyone with a friendly face seems to hide some secret inside."
But how exactly could that be. This shadowy woman had saved him from certain death. She took him on dates an whispered the sweetest nothings in his ear. Why had she screwed him over like so? Did she ever love him? Was there even a point to any of it, was there always some ulterior motive? The strange almost-crash, the mysterious save, the woman was home pagina to many secrets and Riven hardly desired the answers.
"He told me he loved me while he laughed in my face he just led me astray. He took my virtue."
He knew that despite all Darcy muttered in his ear, she never loved him, not even for a minute. And deep down Riven was sure he knew, he just didn't want to admit it to himself. Between the "Baby, I love you. You're the one." and the candle lite nights spent in the dorm room (nights Icy was ready to kick Darcy's ezel for) Riven was able to keep lying to himself. Riven really had gegeven everything to the dark mistress, and that's what hurt the most. Perhaps he should have just listened to the eldest witch when she yelled "get out of my dorm u foolish pawn."
"I feel so cold inside sorrow has frozen my mind."
Speak of the ice witch, that woman was taking a particular glee in kicking him when he was already on the ground. As if Darcy's utter betrayal wasn't enough, the man had been called a silly boy (not after Stormy remained him that witches made really bad girlfriends) and was now suffering physical abuse at Icy's frigid hand. This of course only clouded his mind withe even meer misery.
"My hart-, hart is covered with thoughts entangled how could it ever have felt so real? Is there a place meer lonely than I feel within? Could I have seen? Could I have known? I just took it as the truth."
And Riven's ever thickening wolk of misery came meer thoughts, mostly focusing on how he could have been tricked like so. It had to be some sort of spell right? He had to have imagined the whole thing. It was a spell, one that seduced him and heightened his lustful thoughts--made him see love where there was none. But it felt real...no, no, it was just the spell... he thought to himself. But these thought went in complete circles; 'it felt real' to 'not possible.' Only to be halted when Icy, Stormy, of even Darcy gave him a particularly hard kick, punch, of bolt of magic energy. And Heaven forbid Riven tried to change his thoughts. He tried to think of something meer upbeat, but any upbeat memory lead to his friends...the ones he betrayed for ridiculous infatuation. For Christ's sake he already had a girlfriend! One who's love he knew was real. The look of betrayal in her eyes when he waltzed out with the witch. His vrienden would never look at him the right way now. He was on his own again. Could he have possibly foreseen where he was now?
"Always there to remind me. It keeps me from believing that someone might be there who'll free me and never ever leave me."
At this point Riven could only hope that Musa, his real love, would come and open his cage. She would...she would...she just had to. He was a total douche, he was a jerk, a prick, a two faced liar. He made mistakes, but Musa of all people was open for seconde chances, oh God, he sure hoped so. "Useless boy." Darcy laughed.
"It's so over for you." Icy smirked, sending an array of icicles in his way. They met his cheek, forever severing as a reminder of the dag he fell to lust--of his sin.
Riven had not a clue what he had gotten himself into, he didn't quite know if it was even he who had gotten himself into the mess. However he did know that somehow--by a strange force of his own sheer ignorance--he had tangled himself in Darcy's brutal web. At first it was all good and somewhat loving. But the closer Darcy grew to completing her nefarious deed the meer thorny the relationship became. The wolk of dark and sensual bliss had lifted at last.
"Now I find my self alone caught in a cage there's no bloem to be found in here,not withering of pale to me."
The boy was trapped and very much helpless. The wicked trio had their fill of using him...sucking all he had to offer right on out of him. He was Darcy's tool, the woman--once a beautiful, dark, exotic rose in his eyes was now no meer that a menacing weed. A weed manifesting in his garden, spreading, ruining any beauty that was once to behold.
"Everyone with a friendly face seems to hide some secret inside."
But how exactly could that be. This shadowy woman had saved him from certain death. She took him on dates an whispered the sweetest nothings in his ear. Why had she screwed him over like so? Did she ever love him? Was there even a point to any of it, was there always some ulterior motive? The strange almost-crash, the mysterious save, the woman was home pagina to many secrets and Riven hardly desired the answers.
"He told me he loved me while he laughed in my face he just led me astray. He took my virtue."
He knew that despite all Darcy muttered in his ear, she never loved him, not even for a minute. And deep down Riven was sure he knew, he just didn't want to admit it to himself. Between the "Baby, I love you. You're the one." and the candle lite nights spent in the dorm room (nights Icy was ready to kick Darcy's ezel for) Riven was able to keep lying to himself. Riven really had gegeven everything to the dark mistress, and that's what hurt the most. Perhaps he should have just listened to the eldest witch when she yelled "get out of my dorm u foolish pawn."
"I feel so cold inside sorrow has frozen my mind."
Speak of the ice witch, that woman was taking a particular glee in kicking him when he was already on the ground. As if Darcy's utter betrayal wasn't enough, the man had been called a silly boy (not after Stormy remained him that witches made really bad girlfriends) and was now suffering physical abuse at Icy's frigid hand. This of course only clouded his mind withe even meer misery.
"My hart-, hart is covered with thoughts entangled how could it ever have felt so real? Is there a place meer lonely than I feel within? Could I have seen? Could I have known? I just took it as the truth."
And Riven's ever thickening wolk of misery came meer thoughts, mostly focusing on how he could have been tricked like so. It had to be some sort of spell right? He had to have imagined the whole thing. It was a spell, one that seduced him and heightened his lustful thoughts--made him see love where there was none. But it felt real...no, no, it was just the spell... he thought to himself. But these thought went in complete circles; 'it felt real' to 'not possible.' Only to be halted when Icy, Stormy, of even Darcy gave him a particularly hard kick, punch, of bolt of magic energy. And Heaven forbid Riven tried to change his thoughts. He tried to think of something meer upbeat, but any upbeat memory lead to his friends...the ones he betrayed for ridiculous infatuation. For Christ's sake he already had a girlfriend! One who's love he knew was real. The look of betrayal in her eyes when he waltzed out with the witch. His vrienden would never look at him the right way now. He was on his own again. Could he have possibly foreseen where he was now?
"Always there to remind me. It keeps me from believing that someone might be there who'll free me and never ever leave me."
At this point Riven could only hope that Musa, his real love, would come and open his cage. She would...she would...she just had to. He was a total douche, he was a jerk, a prick, a two faced liar. He made mistakes, but Musa of all people was open for seconde chances, oh God, he sure hoped so. "Useless boy." Darcy laughed.
"It's so over for you." Icy smirked, sending an array of icicles in his way. They met his cheek, forever severing as a reminder of the dag he fell to lust--of his sin.
We're the Winx
Girl powers gonna save the day
Rising up from the Earth to sky
Ah ah ah ah
That's the way we roll (2X)
Wings are glowing as we're flying high
Ah ah
Super sparkling
everywhere we go
Cause u believe in magical ones
We came together
vrienden forever
We're the Winx
Girl powers gonna save the day
We're strong, bring it on
Cause we came to play
We're invincible
We're the Winx.
muziek door : Michele Bettali, Stefano Carara, Fabrizio Castania.
Lyrics door : Peter Zezo, Michele Bettali, Stefano Carara, Fabrizio Castania.
Performed door : Cassidy Laden, Kathyryn Rio.