Bats //(HEY IT’S MY NAME…sorta… :D)//
With an acoustic guitar in hand, and eyes planted firmly at the ground, Emumu sat at the red oak tree. “I c-can’t believe you roped me into th-this…” he sighed, as he began to play…
"C-Come rebuild your memory, with a s-small mountain of burning leaves,And a s-swinging wire door that slams sh-shut like a guillotine.Strum a n-note up in the wires,To chase b-bats down the river, seagulls around s-spires,And shred all the t-twilight, scatter it city-wide…”
//Oh right I should tag you. Damn asks and their inability to tag without editing... black-sovereign