Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-32111930-20170125003553/@comment-26533608-20170219134628

I hear the drums echoing tonight

But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation

She's coming in 12:30 flight

The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation

I stopped an old man along the way

Hoping to find some long-forgotten words or ancient melodies

He turned to me as if to say

"Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you"