a beacon of light
cutting through Night's shourd
a ghost's eerie glow
picking souls out of the crowd
that beam of gold
finding lost ships in the blue
that paranormal ray
coming to find you
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
a beacon of light
cutting through Night's shourd
a ghost's eerie glow
picking souls out of the crowd
that beam of gold
finding lost ships in the blue
that paranormal ray
coming to find you
Part IV. of "A Ferryman's Tale" collection
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