
When walking to in the street I have began to think of queen Mab. The ruler of the dream faeries. She takes your inner most desires and makes you dream of them. Yet I begin to think my desire is war. Of waking to the sound of drums in my ear and saying a prayer or two. When will this feud end? Is my desire? Why must queen Mab do this to me? Enough talk, now time to crash the party!!!

