“O fairest maid of times flown by,
you came to be one autumn day,
to wed a man who had been cursed
to lead his life sans human wife.
From blooming buds of ochre broom,
his uncle wove your braided hair,
and let the breeze be your curls’ comb
and spread your scent across the air…”
(via lucifelle)
“O fairest maid of times flown by, you came to be one autumn day, to wed a man who had been cursed to lead his life sans...