Dance, Magic, Dance.

Fill the souls of mortals with light
and guide them merrily away from this dreadful place.
Lead them onward and upward, into the sky.
Up to way only lovers can fly.

Worry not for me, my wings will come when I am ready.
For now, I will stay with my books,
buried in words.

Do not forget me.

xoxo thestoryteller

1 comment:

  1. This is so lovely dear, and I`ve sent you an email. :)