NIGHT MAGIC (SEQUEL TO KING SIRA)
NIGHT MAGIC (SEQUEL TO KING SIRA) A rose girl sighs and strews her pods stars fire old gems to blast the smog. By glint of moon a tree plays pipes as mares fan wings and roe deer clap. The dark bile wanes; a red soul fits sun robes the maid; it spins gold joy. Her eyes brim love to gift man songs a... Sign in to see full entry.