missjamievega: The stories of life that on my lips he squandered Grew into shrill cries of despair, Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space — Like to a demon-king’s was grown my maiden face!
missjamievega: The stories of life that on my lips he squandered Grew into shrill cries of despair, Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space — Like to a demon-king’s was grown my maiden face!
missjamievega: The stories of life that on my lips he squandered Grew into shrill cries of despair, Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space — Like to a demon-king’s was grown my maiden face!
missjamievega: The stories of life that on my lips he squandered Grew into shrill cries of despair, Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space — Like to a demon-king’s was grown my maiden face!
