Graham Walker - Her hair tangles in the wind, Bodies hurl themselves at her feet, behold a Queen held high. A goddess. The sun drowned in her smile, welcoming the coming of her steps. A huntress vanishing into a corner of thought.
Her hair tangles in the wind, Bodies hurl themselves at her feet, behold a Queen held high. A goddess. The sun drowned in her smile, welcoming the coming of her steps. A huntress vanishing into a corner of thought.