Celeste, Esme, Mindee and Phoebe Cuckoo (fiveinone) wrote in utr_logs,
Esme began to relax into Nero's arms, but her brows furrowed in worry. She pulled away, a mask of distraught on her face.
"It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so, for she divideth us: Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes, O, now I would they had changed voices too! Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day, O, now be gone; more light and light it grows."