Written by Emily Harstone | January 27, 2017
As the storm brewed, passion ignited.
Darkness hide s; but death awaited us.
Darkness hide us; but death awaited us.
And yet, the storm followed them
Amid the darkness, rejoicing in solitude.
“Storm’s comin’. Grab your prayer book.”
My safe house looked eerily abandoned.
Clouds as dark as his eyes.
Soaked to the bone tonight not.
“Looks like rain Ma” he said.
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As the storm brewed, passion ignited.
Darkness hide s; but death awaited us.
Darkness hide us; but death awaited us.
And yet, the storm followed them
Amid the darkness, rejoicing in solitude.
“Storm’s comin’. Grab your prayer book.”
My safe house looked eerily abandoned.
Clouds as dark as his eyes.
Soaked to the bone tonight not.
“Looks like rain Ma” he said.