As sorrow bounced in soft waves upon the moonlight the sweet earth prepared the young man brimming with melancholy conquered by the sting of hollow…
As sorrow bounced in soft waves upon the moonlight the sweet earth prepared the young man brimming with melancholy conquered by the sting of hollow…
I drew him as he stood in the morning light on a stairway to statues crafted from the veins of David. Now I must go…