Grievous

Grievous people do even more grievous things…

In the world with ebony skies the raven sings…

“O Hark, light escapes and the darkness trails my wings.”

Desperate people do desperate things…

There is no measure for sorrow or of how a scorned thorn stings…

Silence can sing…

Defense is King…

Grievously desperate people do grievously desperate things… Madamchryzl