morningtaco
She was a native to this land, before they took it all away from her. Before the dark knights in their dreary clothing kidnapped her.
Saturday Night Fever
12:00 Midnight
Son of Sam
Got to get home
Got to get home
Got to get home
One more line and ill call it a dance
One more dance and ill call him a cab
Got to get home...
She was beaming with a smile so big and bright as the sun, no longer lost in the dark and sinister night. The ring on her finger was glittering, stolen from the heart of the man she use to loathe.