thewriterofthewoods: ~A Tale of Midsummer~ Come, gather round and render tales Of sunlit skies and rugged flames Of hands outstretched towards the sky Of crafted wheels and bales of fire Of beating drums and crowing men Of lyrics hollered towards
thewriterofthewoods: ~A Tale of Midsummer~ Come, gather round and render tales Of sunlit skies and rugged flames Of hands outstretched towards the sky Of crafted wheels and bales of fire Of beating drums and crowing men Of lyrics hollered towards
thewriterofthewoods: ~A Tale of Midsummer~ Come, gather round and render tales Of sunlit skies and rugged flames Of hands outstretched towards the sky Of crafted wheels and bales of fire Of beating drums and crowing men Of lyrics hollered towards
thewriterofthewoods: ~A Tale of Midsummer~ Come, gather round and render tales Of sunlit skies and rugged flames Of hands outstretched towards the sky Of crafted wheels and bales of fire Of beating drums and crowing men Of lyrics hollered towards
