

Fires and WeedsI buried myself alive in a grave full of petals... The daisies soiled and bloodied... A bed of roses so inviting... The old familiar smell Of animals in heat The old familiar smell Of prey in retreatFires and Weeds
Gored upon the tower spire Sacrificed in heresy Vices overwhelming the innocent We all die in time Hes not the only one, you see
Pray the fallen leave none behind To the wasteland cast The valley has dried Rain, the blessed gift Shall never to be gained
Behind my Mask
Planner Re-do
It's much appreciated!!
Faerie.
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welcome back to dA and thank you a lot for the fave
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Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear.
(Mark Twain)
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