admiringcurves

This land where winter comes never And the lush grass is trodden by gentle feet The mists curl in from crystal blue lakes The Summer Lands are home to many Learned women they are Once long ago it was home to a Lady most fair The sagest women of them all Whose power surpassed even the Merlin of Britain Many children she bore, though twas said but one Her son defeated the King, her brother Her daughters numbered four One for the quarters of the world Their children's children would increase the power to present day Where now with her name I live in this land Her power again lives through me Again the tables are set for the epic b

His music is sweet, passionate and soft they're swept from their feet, their souls become lost whimsically he plays as he sings his song but a trance, not a song.. as his guest become pawns.. "your music is so pure" they all cheer to him "more, we want more" they all chant to him "pure, so pure" they adore and praise his name he bows and he smiles... knowing they're entertained He exits the stage so gracefully with pride but his smile turns to curses as his laughter resides "Useless, terrible" he screams to himself "more, I need more!" his pride starts to melt pondering, his carriage comes to stop he walks across the mud, lost in