"the last spring with her

she grew too bored,
she sang of the darkness,
and when she came home at last
she heard the song of a young king
mocking the dark and saying
that there were no more lonely nights,
the song was new to her
but she sang it right away
till she fell asleep,
till she woke up and never returned home again."

4800 x 3491 px
AI + digital art