Sing, little seagull
The winds, they fly by
Sing till your death
And death sigh its sigh
Cry, little crow
The storm brings air evil
Cry till your death
And death bring upheaval
A castle, a crown
A whisper, a sigh
The last breath breathes
In the ear of a lie
Fly free, little birds
For you haven't time
One means a storm
And
Two means a murder
YOU ARE READING
The Looking Glass
FantastiqueJoshua is a 17-year-old boy who finds himself with the keys to a white and blue beach house. There are neither neighbors to greet him nor friends to help him move in, so he gets started on his quest to clean the house - all by himself. When he disco...
