Sinful howls echo from lost scripts written in stone
History has kept breathe into your memory for centuries
Quite mysterious you were, scaling your way across flatlands, leaping through the shadows of deaf eyes
Strong heart equipped for battle, a lover, not a fighter
Searching desperately for misplaced roots of which you came, a place to call home
The pieces never found, although the script still exsists
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
Sinful howls echo from lost scripts written in stone
History has kept breathe into your memory for centuries
Quite mysterious you were, scaling your way across flatlands, leaping through the shadows of deaf eyes
Strong heart equipped for battle, a lover, not a fighter
Searching desperately for misplaced roots of which you came, a place to call home
The pieces never found, although the script still exsists
