The old faerie king,watching, waiting, eyes closed.One hand on the gnarled staff,the other resting in his lap,beckoning me closer.Hair as cold, and without color,As drab…
Matthew Siadak
Matthew Siadak
The old faerie king,watching, waiting, eyes closed.One hand on the gnarled staff,the other resting in his lap,beckoning me closer.Hair as cold, and without color,As drab…