Graft Will O The Wisp

A broken wing in song through this leaving forest blooms like exodus as upon and within the eye of a cloud. This dusting of glory as she folds those wings to all will fade of health and ever lost. All the diamonds in the deep was for something far more akin to this darkness as below the rotting wood lay two forgotten children. Their teeth and claws having dug out a hole so vast and unforgiving where both did shimmer and fold to the mirrored image of this existence. Moth winged and scattered to the former destruction of the bog whereas under flesh gave to this skin a city of incredible make. Surrene tried but she could not bring him from the pull as the bow string took row after row of the taller shields, sand then crawling up the massive frame as to an eagle in flight would mark away this bird only to pluck her son from the coming dark. A dream slow to open as only one more overlapped this fall back into the abyss.