Ashley in a ponytail

Brendan stood in the dark, much of his body was covered from the shadows. His brown eyes illuminated the darkness of the hideouts the Seals were currently sealed in. The sound of footsteps intruded his ears and the smell of whiskey form the soldiers, the old room was dust and muggy and it was starting to give him a headache. Brendan cocked his gun and pushed open the door and into the blinding sunlight. Sand swirled up from the baron land. Brendan coughed and waved away the dust he heard the shouting of Arabians from not far away.
"Great." He muttered and coughed gently, walking down the dirt...

Pandora, Pandora Hold on to you're Box

Open the lid and the Gods will be cross

The blood will flood out and the Scars that won't heal

Keep in you're dark secrets and the rest will yeald

Sniker Snaker the vorpal Blade goes

Wherever it goes , Alice will follow

Just one of the souls which you posses

Pandora, don't say Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori

As that is a different part to you're story

But truely it's meaning has been Changed

You killed people then and you're mind is still diranged

So be draged back to the land of white

And snuggle up in a Straight-Jacket nice and tight

Be forced into Darkness...