In twilight’s breath, dark swallowing light
Cloaked in shadows of dry gin and vermouth
Echoes growing louder in council of secrets
No longer muffled whispers of raven flight
But Polly wants a cracker perched on a wooden throne
Yet feast on the bones
Polly has got a pair of big childish and curious eyes
A body full of curves made for adventure
And Polly, oh Polly lives to bathe on moonlight
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Collaboration Amethyste & Adagio







You went from dark to light but still have some darkness with Polly feasting on bones. Nice
🙂 Thank you.