We died for the grove and the grove burned for us. Now only dust remains...
Madness string 2695
The world has sunk, flesh decays, lustre fades - but when spirit meets spirit... we still dance the dance of death.
I am wildly jealous of my cat. He lives a lavish life of playing with his owners, eating and sleeping whenever he pleases, and cuddling with his baby girl who adores the crap outta him.