For now, my heart will sleep as I pray the Lord my soul to keep, should I die before I wake, let it be for another rain's sake
Ever On the Wing, pt. III
Chimeric ebullience is all my vessel Swathing as the springtime mistral For enthralling and enchanting is all that might stupefy Lest you crack the icy enamel with a sanguine sigh And take to the wing as a swift Agile
