June 29, 2020
Maudroun: Un Appel Aux Armes
Casablanca Lilies.
Black.
Blue.
White.
On a cliff, staring at the wine purple sea and the crystal castle at a distance, and suddenly, My love, the drums are calling.
Purple and fire in the sky and a warning. There's no sense in hiding from the front lines, because they've been here the whole time.
I sleep to keep my mind at ease with your head on my lap, gazing on to the horizon, and a white lily clenched on your chest, we wander through a dream of what we once believed. But, alas, no rest until we face the truth and draw it to the light:
Beware of wolves who hide their teeth, they'll take you and leave you.
This is a call to arms.
Will you embrace me before its too late?
This is a call to arms.
Will you embrace me before its too late?
This is a call to arms.
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