@warrioroflondonbelow | From HERE
“It’s an old lullaby from my...Where I’m from.” Where, When - and more importantly, the magic folks she called family. Sitting under a tree in the park as the darkness slowly rolled in, she felt safe enough to let Richard see a glimpse of her culture. Lilith’s fingers continued to stroke through his hair, the soft Welsh lilt coming in thick as she continued her song.
“Weep, oh gentle child, Through valleys and the sand Across streams and their rivers Cry for your lost land.
Weep child for protection, from the wind and the rain For once you travel further You will find your home again.”









