Leafhunter

all your charm won't be enough to swing that rod out the same cyan pond it fed itself full of plastic love faith or renegade he won't be reasoned with set a trap then sway anew one loop us and teeth for two leader of the pack, she wolf with his slings he laid fixed upon its prey hide the skin by closed mouth grin trembling legs and tongues therein it wheezes dust from both your lungs a feather on the bed gorged with coronet so gatherer twining sprigs around her spinal row this spring it's time to make them blades all shine a castellated prime for those heartless swines they will acknowledge my presence, alright as orion lanterns align that's our boy once of peers now an astral sign he stood by his clubbed and guarded mimicry while she has a feel of quiet certainty