Tales of the Region, an ongoing writing hobby.
|"O Rose thou art sick. |
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy."
This is me having a major Whovian spazz.
Tonight, I am hiding. I am tired and stressed.
I am both excited and worried about tomorrow's Doctor Who episode.