Eternalskyy

in a city... in a far distance.... where the air whispers secrets of the moon's glow.. and the scarecrow sings to the orange moon... where will thy souls divine.. divine thy orange glow of the purple rays of the sunset. and the wind sings a song of sorrow that flows through the ocean.. oh guardian only your scales and spikes may heal... glimmer, your eyes shine set for the distant cloud that speaks... that speaks of your distant name.... Tell me, where you are off to... Where will the wings cross over the distant skies.. Flow, with your wings. Flap, gain your flight off... To the song of the moon.... Cry- out the pain you've lo