youlookgoodlikethat: Leslie CW The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before; The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish’d; darkness had no need Of aid from them—she was
youlookgoodlikethat: Leslie CW The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before; The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish’d; darkness had no need Of aid from them—she was
