The storm has moved inside his mind,
A rolling cloud of dark and gray,
Where quiet thoughts are left behind,
And heavy skies have come to stay.
He sits upon a velvet seat,
Enclosed by walls of ancient grace,
While silent, stormy tempests beat
Inwards across a timeless space.
The storm has moved inside his mind,
A rolling cloud of dark and gray,
Where quiet thoughts are left behind,
And heavy skies have come to stay.
He sits upon a velvet seat,
Enclosed by walls of ancient grace,
While silent, stormy tempests beat
Inwards across a timeless space.
I'm sorry, forgot, those uploaded images did earlier, and prompts are lost...but there are some images here with the same prompt that I uploaded earlier...