When the night comes down, a figure in the twilight, that you cannot see, unveil his noble intentions through an autumnal paintings' set. The Pilgrim and I, roam under summer moons and across autumn fields, searching for fleeting sparks. In the mournful quiet, the past seems so close at hand, so please, enjoy his catches before your dawn.
I wear a halo of ashes
Specter on the wind
Waits on you so patiently
I no longer can pretend
Tomorrow my thousand miles behind
Face painted in the moon below
Wake me where you find me
Pretend you don't know
I been a long long time away...
~Lacertilienne (https://www.deviantart.com/lacertilienne) by :iconthomasxarcane:
Go see his power