07 2 / 2012
The moon was hauntingly beautiful tonight
Clouds drifted overhead, blurring it in and out of view
Silver slivers peeked through the grey mist
The air smelt like smoke, and a red glow came from the distance
Pennel stood with his back to me
Sniffles and whispers echoed in our stillness
Broken music boxes played their sad tunes
And time oozed like honey
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