... Lied ...

Anshe



For you from me -. No smiles, no words, no points
I went to the mirror, and my castle is de-energized.
Provided daily bread, hot body.
And that light it does not ... so in fact that she wanted ...
You know, in the castle of the King of the wisest and most gentle,
I go to see it quarters of the rooms adjacent,
nights we dutifully remove their crowns,
I just breathed on those nights easily and smoothly ...
There is no electricity, cold servants we stoked the furnace,
I do not see, but can smell the smell: melting candle
. You know, all we have together - receptions, tournaments, treasury, banquets,
getting used to the limit of breaths to deprivation of light ...
I am writing on sheets of milk "my once",
I give these thoughts in fishnet bow - heralds
. And its I talk to the executioners.
She promised that ... NOT
failed ...
lied ...
Miss.