"The song of a distant owl in the middle of a cold night.
Its' voice raising as high as the tall pine trees,
Echoing through the silence,
Mixed with the misty fog as that one of a King's castle in a chilled winter morning.
The cold seemed like nothing.....compared to its somewhat full of impiety song of darkness, that emerged from its keen"
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
"The song of a distant owl in the middle of a cold night.
Its' voice raising as high as the tall pine trees,
Echoing through the silence,
Mixed with the misty fog as that one of a King's castle in a chilled winter morning.
The cold seemed like nothing.....compared to its somewhat full of impiety song of darkness, that emerged from its keen"
