Evalisse Rae. Poems for the silent tears, hushed laughs, and soft turning of moonlight. Occasionally, Caelirae Fleur, if I'm feeling flowery. >< Welcome to my poem pocket, feel free to stay a while. Make yourself at home <3
'They are afraid of nothing,' I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. 'Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.' — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights