They all were in,
Mortals of no mercy
Unfavourable was it,
The weather in the inn
Squatting alone
From fade of lights
Gray's and bray's
Twilight twinkle
Packed in groups
Millions of troups
Each arm firing
Glimpse of lightning
My dream is changing
from Salem,
To a complex slumber.
Very much interesting
ReplyDeleteSweet
ReplyDeleteso sweet that almost got me crying
ReplyDeleteOoh wow!I'm in deep thoughts already
ReplyDeleteI just love it though
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