⚚ lions roar.
Nov. 15th, 2031 04:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The lions roar and young men soar. The flames all scorch the circus floor. Puppets on string all dance and sing and flap their wings. Trumpets play sick lullabies. Delicate dame, her fragile face, was scared away without a trace. Out in the cold, where did she go? Into unknown, a place I'll never know. And the desperate search began, all across this sea and land. I just knew I'd find you here.
I just knew I'd find you.