The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty
as We shall see…
::: Cradle of filth ::: Her ghost in the fog lyrics :::
Used words here!
How are you these days?
Became a fan of your photography, been following the feed since quite sometime.
Keep up the awesome work!
The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty
as We shall see…
::: Cradle of filth ::: Her ghost in the fog lyrics :::
@ Nikhil : Thank you!
How are you? I am doing great
@Artisticked: Thanks for all your comments.
Great capture, excellent moment, very interesting!