In the night garden

Great!

were the head a bit more tilted backwards would have been a wooooooonderful immage. Very nice nonetheless.. Love the blood moon. I see your foot is still swollen hehehe

She longs for the night to take her back, to the times when life was simple and beautiful, when nothing mattered but her heart and mind. She wishes for the night to sing her a lullaby, to soothe her soul and heal her wounds, to bring her to the times when the world was whole and pure.

There she is, in the garden dreaming of the night as her eyes gives way to the darkness. Her eyes attend the skies in ruptured stars offering visions of times long gone.

She seeks in the fire to find herself in easy days when the world was but a simple dream and nothing lay beyond the mind. This night her heart doth entreat the song of time rewind, to return to times forgotten, when statues of their masters stood unbroken, when before tyrants roamed and love resounded unbound and free.