no13babe
Meteorite
- Joined
- Oct 14, 2020
On the first night, she bewitched herself with songs about magic. She could feel it in the air, thick as foam. She looked up to the skies, and asked. ''Give me time, give me faith to believe...''
Those were her wants, under the moon. May the night last forever. A book of spells, laid unwritten on the table. Was it invisible ink, or just murder she wrote? Tragedy or farce, waiting to happen...Eagerness, and anticipation. She shut the book fast, and looked up at the moon, so round, so ghastly.
Those were her wants, under the moon. May the night last forever. A book of spells, laid unwritten on the table. Was it invisible ink, or just murder she wrote? Tragedy or farce, waiting to happen...Eagerness, and anticipation. She shut the book fast, and looked up at the moon, so round, so ghastly.