? Sunday, August 16, 2009
do not trouble yourself with worry, sweet child.
for tomorrow's dawn will always come.
it will melt away the frost of yesteday's storm,
give hope to those who have lost their way in the night.
good morrow to you, good morrow once again.
the light has come, the dragons of fire slain.
knights have had their fill of their paramours,
until the days desire have them knocking again at the door.
so hush my ward, my pretty little thing.
sleep, and awaken when the mockingbirds sing.
i am so sorry, im still caught up with tkam, hence the last line.
chapter it.6:04 PM