Having fed on your mortal essence, over come by the intoxicating mixture, I ride across the skies, unseen, within storms, otherworldly. Catching you upon the edge about to fall, gathering you within my wings and free falling only to land safely. ~M
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 8:13 PM UTC
Having fed on your mortal essence, over come by the intoxicating mixture, I ride across the skies, unseen, within storms, otherworldly. Catching you upon the edge about to fall, gathering you within my wings and free falling only to land safely. ~M
