"After all, what is every man, but a hoard of ghosts?
Oaks, that were acorns, that were oaks."
~Walter de la Mare~
Find image at DeviantArt Shadows on the floor; Scaling the walls; Banging on the door; Hanging from the corners; Waiting for Darkness to veil the room. The time has come. The hour is none. The end is at hand. |
~dpb~ |