EternalReckoning 1,135 Posted February 21, 2016 It has grown from underground. The seed, the seed has grown, Born from the ashes of a single frown, The flower sprouts, springs graceful wings, From the home, where the crow did sing. He'd never speak, this gracious creep, And spend everyday a hopeless sheep, He now arises a spriteful ghost, Of the boy that those dark feelings host. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
