And so upon us falls the witching hour
Twelve tolls marks the hour The witching hour, that is When dreams and reality clashes When moonlight enchants and when the Sand Man comes I've already succumb to the fantasy that my unconsciousness made And I hear the sound of fairies dancing 'round a Midsummer circle Beckoning, sweet illusions? Yes, I'm ready. Take me away.
x-SincerelyAtlas · Sat Jun 23, 2012 @ 04:40am · 0 Comments |