danse macabre.

[thistlewoods]

the waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
the moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
the winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
and the clouds perish'd; darkness had no need
of aid from them -- she was the universe.

Comments

[limdo_luciel]

this is sort of t.s. elliot. ♥