Mire Lore
The Mire
I am one with the water
Slip away in the waves
My bones grow colder
I, the beholder
Slipping past my rotting tongue
Filling my blackened lungs
Beneath the willow tree
The Moon is staring down at me
I am one with the water
Slip away in the waves
My bones grow colder
I, the beholder
Slipping past my rotting tongue
Filling my blackened lungs
Beneath the willow tree
The Moon is staring down at me