Feb 2021
Do you see?
The winds
aroar at the
shivering woods.
Do you see?
Sang the flames
of what
I've sinned.
Here, stay,
see
me.
And, like my name,
distorted
I am:
a sun behind
the moon.
The winds
aroar at the
shivering woods.
Do you see?
Sang the flames
of what
I've sinned.
Here, stay,
see
me.
And, like my name,
distorted
I am:
a sun behind
the moon.
Sort of awkward to make it about myself, but it is what I wrote for creating this account.
