Thy soul shall find itself alone…
Your prompt is SPIRIT
The chill settles in
The old wingback by the door
And picks up a book
Did you say goodbye?
Thy soul shall find itself alone…
Your prompt is SPIRIT
The chill settles in
The old wingback by the door
And picks up a book
Did you say goodbye?
Salt at windows, doors
Salt loaded in shotgun shells
Ghost won't get me, man!
No "moving on" here
Until wrong is righted there
Revenge must be had