• brain7days 30w

    Late in the middle of the dark
    When all souls are with the gods
    I heard an echo of a troubled soul
    She murmurs...
    The witch whispers into my ear
    Trapped in her own shades of love
    She needed help, my help
    All she wanted was the sound of poetry
    The writings on the wall
    She want to hear the stories of broken heart
    She had previously heard about me from the saint of the underworld
    How my poems have mended heart and recuperated many souls
    She rented my services