Nov 22, 2014
"One moonshiny night As I sat high, Waiting for one To come by; The boughs did bend, My heart did ache To see what hole the fox did make."
❖ A familiar path - but of unfamiliar face. There, the casual glide of tongue to wet the lips, the glitter of regard in ashen eyes, he settles himself comfortably in the sounds of his upbringing. Soft the exhale, an easy smile to pull apart the quiet.
“There upon the Brewer’s Lane, The blood that ran thereof, Man alike and man unlike, For wrath of her lost love.”
