"The eyes are the hardest to forget. The eyes of her mother, wild and free. The eyes of her lover as he escorted her to the throne. Eyes forming a sea of green, blue and brown filled with horror. The eyes of a dead man outside the ballroom door."
the rambles of a paper sister
"The eyes are the hardest to forget. The eyes of her mother, wild and free. The eyes of her lover as he escorted her to the throne. Eyes forming a sea of green, blue and brown filled with horror. The eyes of a dead man outside the ballroom door."
Reading Rites 