Anonymous:
"Soon, my knight." The wind whispered and danced through the trees causing leaves to stir and branches to creak softly. "Soon we shall walk upon the edge of the sea, hand in hand and you'll tell me of all the beautiful things this dark world hides. Until then, be a ease for I am always with you." - Lady Crescent
☥ He wished that soon could be now. How often had he not gazed up at the moon, wishing he could speak to her? During the long life he had spent walking the earth, how often had he not wondered if she had a soul the way he did, the way humans had. If he had spoken to anybody of his thoughts he would have thought of as mad—-and perhaps that was exactly what he was. Perhaps he was insane, delusional. But to him it did not matter. To him it was real.