vincentnappisketchblog:
The Moss Knight
"He stood rooted there...
The Moss Knight
"He stood rooted there in the tall reeds, he had become a thing of the moss and the still water. Her heart broke to see him thus, her champion, her protector, her love, her constant, and she clung to him with a desperate need though he could not hear and could not see and could not move and was shut to the world…"
No comments have been added yet.
