he prowls thrice round the hearth
the taste of the ancient ones still on his lips
fierce protector of my lap throne
let me kiss your ears
and whisper the day's lessons to your heart
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
he prowls thrice round the hearth
the taste of the ancient ones still on his lips
fierce protector of my lap throne
let me kiss your ears
and whisper the day's lessons to your heart
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