katzifilth

Wind of the crashing waves, Darkness of the rock that was beat upon; A swirling mass of blue and ivory. The moon is round and free, shining romantically with an air of mystery. A beacon of light from the silent tower, revolving as the sun, heralding, heralding the message to come home. The lullaby plays and catches the breath of the beating heart. This is my tomb, my grave. This place of sanctuary where I sit. The bitterness of Calypso, the mightiness of Poseidon. Oh shadow of the veil, as it descends over the pale face. And softly, softly, it departs.