Orion Rigel Dommisse
A Faceless Death
when you die i'll rearrange your bonesinto the shape of an animal you lovebut o then a faceless deathwe knew would comeforces me to make up onei will cover your bone frame in furconstruct wings from the bones of dead birdsthese wings bound to your shoulderswith tendons from the body of a deer
From Letras Mania