Maria B.
Mystic
You and I will live out our moldering eternity here,
in this little house decorated with darkness
and a misty breath of fear
on a cold October night.
No one will ever find us
or remember the sound of our voices.
Only the wind will spin its timeless web
around and around our little house.
in this little house decorated with darkness
and a misty breath of fear
on a cold October night.
No one will ever find us
or remember the sound of our voices.
Only the wind will spin its timeless web
around and around our little house.