26 January 2013
Rising in the blackened sky. A beacon climbs high.
Shining light on the darkest of places. Watching over the sleeping faces.
Comforting though it seems. Gone it will be by the end of dreams.
The Great Protector • Opuss № I
26 January 2013
Rising in the blackened sky. A beacon climbs high.
Shining light on the darkest of places. Watching over the sleeping faces.
Comforting though it seems. Gone it will be by the end of dreams.
The Great Protector • Opuss № I