In the soil of are sadness. Hear our hearts bell a serenade. A faint choir tenderly shaping. A lament a hollow refuge. . In the blood of the twinkling sky.
Bad word. Or bad deed. Unpunished invites grief. Here's. Rawhead and Bloodybones. . Reaching from. Dark cupboard. Crouching under stair,. Lurking in chimney.
Silver couches to recline upon. And ornaments of gold. Silver moonbeans dance in fountains. Below shining citadels. . Surrounded by silver gates. Ascending silver stairs.