𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱

Hawkmoth

shield me from the sun,

his guidance never waivers.

his flowers grow

amongst his people.

 

however, this grandeur does not impress me,

the moon is my light,

and I shall not burn.

 

my skin is pale and cold,

and devoid of any life,

but I\'ve never felt so alive

than right now,

in the night.

what music we make!