Oh, but do fib about everything else.
Build me a glass stronghold so that I may destroy your effort.
The Dragons, all of them, wail from under the jade floor - I buried them myself.
Thank you for reading my insane...
Written on 30 September 2005 at 6:47 pm
Up where they walk. Up where they run. Up where they stay all day in the sun. Wanderin' free. Wish I could be. Part of that world