Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. A daemon’s after me darkening my door, No clue if it’s bad or good It lingers in the hall While I try to…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. A daemon’s after me darkening my door, No clue if it’s bad or good It lingers in the hall While I try to…