by childo » Thu Dec 29, 2011 6:43 am
Tesaro followed Silver , catching up to her and walking beside the mare.
"where are we going?" Leo wanted to know, he hated not knowing
Chenoa, my fursona.
(Made transparent by Geirou, and created by Geirou)
Spirits walking through the night,
Glowing with their souls alight,
Out of the resting place an angel stirs,
Casting away the halo of hers,
The rebellious words that she spoke,
Took away heavens hope,
Fallen angels own your soul.
