Post by CrimsonMoon on Mar 15, 2014 19:04:17 GMT -5
"Your magic white rabbit
Has left it's writing on the wall
We follow like Alice
And just keep diving down the hole
You can't fix your broken promise
Our ties have come undone
I will not be used to be battered and abused
It's the reason why I choose to cut my losses
Your lies fool no one
Your magic white rabbit"
--
The full moon rose above the plains, stars glittering frostily overhead as the whispering grass shared its secrets with anyone who would listen. A lone figure sat in front of a tiny fire, a ragged cloak pulled around skinny shoulders and dirty black hair flowing down their back. The haunting song floated across the grass, mixing with the plains' voices. to distorted to accurately define as female or male.
" Your magic
White Rabbit,
Has left it's writing on the wall~"
there was a strange sound either described as an accent or tone or just part of the song that curled the wings as if each phrase had wings that lifted the tone higher or lower. it was strange.
it was comforting.
it was enchanting.
it was magic.
And Westeros doesn't exactly take kindly to magic..
