The Mire
Mire Lore
I am one with the water Slip away in the waves My bones grow colder I, the beholder Slipping past my rotting tongue Filling my blackened lungs Beneath the willow tree The Moon is staring down at me
I am one with the water Slip away in the waves My bones grow colder I, the beholder Slipping past my rotting tongue Filling my blackened lungs Beneath the willow tree The Moon is staring down at me