She's inbetween the tattered cloak of clouds
On her pedastool, breaking necks on high
Full, with piercing white gaze she calls to me
The night sky bends, her light is will
As the smokey valleys of obscurities
Evaporate into thin memories of yesterday
Silent now, penciling away her secrets.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
She's inbetween the tattered cloak of clouds
On her pedastool, breaking necks on high
Full, with piercing white gaze she calls to me
The night sky bends, her light is will
As the smokey valleys of obscurities
Evaporate into thin memories of yesterday
Silent now, penciling away her secrets.
