DON'T REALLY CARE FOR MUSIC, DO YOU ☆ grave visit

[ETERNALKNIGHT.]

I'LL NEVER BE YOUR CHOSEN ONE

Loss was a beast that weighed heavy in the albino's heart, some days dragging him down. The knight knew what it was to hurt, to lose those you loved. Perhaps that's what had drawn him to the fields that day, the rolling flowers striking a memory that lingered just beneath the surface.

Shades sat perched on the alibino's muzzle, shielding his sensitive eyes from the sun's harsh rays. He often times would remain in the shade provided by the trees, finding that the sun felt like needles when it met his skin. Today had been cooler, allowing him a short excursion to the open field, where he spotted the angel. He wasn't sure what pushed him forwards, most likely impeading on something meant to be private.

He grew close, pink eyes landing on the mound marked by stones, knowing well what such a thing meant. He'd seen too many in his life time, more than any one person should ever deal with. He came to a stop near the lion's head, prosthetic leg creaking as he sat. His eyes would flit up to the sky for a moment before returning to the grave and the lion. Softly words tumbled from his maw, voice gentle and near a whisper. "who vere zey?"

SO CRAWL ON MY BELLY 'TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN

— Reggan