deceased things turning to greet him
"do they not know they've passed"
kindness towards the withered leaves them flustered
"excuse me sir your hourglass has shattared"
the dead roam even when my tone offers a place to rest their weary bones
deceased things turning to greet him
"do they not know they've passed"
kindness towards the withered leaves them flustered
"excuse me sir your hourglass has shattared"
the dead roam even when my tone offers a place to rest their weary bones