The Twelfth Hour
It's the twelfth hour as smoke ascends into the blue sky. The street lights lend their soft fiery glow to illuminate the darkness. It's the twelfth hour and the shades of blue only give contrast to the bountiful brilliance brought forth by the beauty beheld in the sky where no man can reach. It's the twelfth hour and my body is painfully aware that this cannot last.
Oh how I long to be one with the moon and not the sun. Yet still danger lurks in the shadows of the Twelfth hour. Oh how I wonder while I look into the night and into the mirror. How wonderful it must be to roam free in the night. Yet as I fall asleep all my thoughts seem to end and disappear.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Twelfth Hour
FantasíaA young curious boy joins the mysterious creatures of the night due to an unfortunate accident. Who these creature are and what happens read to find out.
