If moonshadow were following me in the gloom i dare not think of what doth loom nor turn my head to see the ghoul or else my limbs would freeze, and who’ll be there to aid, to help me flee the shadows caving in on…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
If moonshadow were following me in the gloom i dare not think of what doth loom nor turn my head to see the ghoul or else my limbs would freeze, and who’ll be there to aid, to help me flee the shadows caving in on…