Wolfe, Ophelia.

I DON'T want to be the ONE, the one w h o has the sun's BLOOD on my hands, I'll tell the m o o n, take this weapon forged in d a r k n e s s, some see a PEN, i see a h a r p o o n. i'll stay awake, 'cause the dark's NOT TAKING prisoners tonight. extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. { var ref = (''+document.referrer+''); var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; document.write('