Could You Stay

slow ride. the reflection of the electronic trees drift slowly across the train window, as you watch the ice crystals form on the glass. memories of her slowly fade with the setting sun. the lights of the outpost approach, and it is time to prepare for another night at work. ttfn, Drakonis

Hot anthemic goodness.

melodic and deep sounding. I picture a large dark bird circling overhead looking for prey, circling, eyes sharp to the ground.