Howling Winds Shall Cease

Beneath the red sky, The shadows they are clear; Never fading, even when the stars appear. With thunder on the mountain, Echoing of broken heart filled streets; It feels like we are moving But I know we are standing still. The deepest black forest meets The Holliday-esque sounds of “Bye and Bye.” Our laughing starry-eyes Striking … Continue reading Howling Winds Shall Cease