Sep 14, 2017
EYES OF MIDNIGHT HUE cast upon the ground , lips free of normal crimson hue / nighttime gathers , stardust tangles in her hair. whispers of magic forlorn upon her lips , such lithe fingertips dancing among the flames that surround her. ( ghosts are whispering to you / you are not scared / their constant presence is a reminder of the life you have been gifted. ) a sigh fallen , head bowed in slight resignation , resign the hope within your heart , cast out such melodic thrums. lips part , voice like honeyed wine ‘ mama , help me . ‘
@reachfar
