The Morning
- Into The Void
- Aug 12, 2018
- 1 min read
The world is watercolor
the broad strokes
cling to dusk
pastel hues whisper
of maidens and knights
fairies and magic
the times that never were
A breath away from dawn
steeds sleep
branches reach out
for light, warmth, life
A lonely wanderer
fully aware
of his existence
