"The knight are riding at dawn". When I was little, naive, I swear I must have wondered some dispatch of the lights around me, she holds me, indisputably, while her mind is breaking, dying of depression. The lights made me feel uncomfortable. They were to too bright and the air was smokey as well.
Just a corner of some distinct place, I saw a man collecting a pile of rubble from a cracked platform. There wasn't time to ponder for a dog just crossed me. I was frightened by volume. In that cold place, while waiting for help to ride by, in the middle of someplace I don't recall, the lights made me lose weight from the ghosts circling around you. The wolves howl and I try to run but I am stuck between skyscrapers. The dog just turned into a knightmare for it lingers around me. I was little. The gravity was posing some relief. It was pulling her soul onto a cradle for sleep.
While I was wondering how to escape the fate of demons around me. I was little and naive.