Apr 2015
Golden vines, wrapped around her neck,
Clenching tightly; Not releasing her, not even slightly.
Her mind and body, a complete wreck.
Now she is dead; Her tale and life have gone unsaid.
Clenching tightly; Not releasing her, not even slightly.
Her mind and body, a complete wreck.
Now she is dead; Her tale and life have gone unsaid.
(Where dragons roar)
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