[s i l m a r i l l i]
[from wasteland to metropolis]
sitting here now in this bar for hours
while these strange men rent strange flowers
i'll be picking up your petals in another few hours
in the metal and blood, in the scent and mascara
on a backcloth of lashes and stars
...so she has gone - through the forest; through time - with the wind & the faeries.
♥