"You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep..."
The Wolven Storm
Marcin Przybyłowicz
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep..."
The Wolven Storm
Marcin Przybyłowicz
