Over there is a girl. Her eyes locked on his head of light.
Following nowhere with each step is a boy.
The skies are ashes and smoke.
The crimson sun. Sets
Her eyes like cornflowers.
His mind like the depths of the sea.
He cries.
She's subliminally intrigued.
"You're beastly beautiful"
She whispered.
The moon was jealous of the way she spoke.
The boy was in agony. Hiraeth.
Nothing could fix him.
Then he heard a voice soft as a moth fly. Hauntingly saudade.
"You're beastly beautiful"
