#tyrrany
The young wolf runs down
Intrigued by the masked woman
Followed by flower vines
She urges him on
Bringing him to the city
She has to show him
Looking at his land
He sees no proud, brave warriors
But a numbed crowd
The Queen leads him home
But the Prince thinks of the crowd
And runs down once more
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC