With silent footfalls and a brisk wind
She swept her velvet cloak down into the sunset valley,
Leaving a perfumed scent of the dusk;
And, teetering on the edge of midnight,
Dove forward into dying day.
Hello, I’m Jesse.
With silent footfalls and a brisk wind
She swept her velvet cloak down into the sunset valley,
Leaving a perfumed scent of the dusk;
And, teetering on the edge of midnight,
Dove forward into dying day.