LOVELESS - Act III
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow.
My friend, your desire
Is the Bringer of Life, the gift of the goddess.
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return.
I love this act in LOVELESS... Lemme know if you want all acts of this poetry...