• surreal 22w


    Tonight i am a heavenly traveler
    And sojourn my wandering thoughts
    In the abode of these wonderfull
    They sparks in beautiful hue, layover
    is a sadly blue.
    Amid is the queen of the hall,
    together they are a lovely sprite
    of heavenly lights and shade.
    Now the queen bids her final bow
    as she march down to the west of
    the hall, and the lustres fall behind.
    Now the sky is nothing but an
    empty stage.