MORGAN
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
It seemed that her ruse had worked, but as the knife struck Loren in the side, it bounced off as if it had hit a wall, falling uselessly to the ground; Morgan stared at it, frowning, clearly bewildered by the unnatural turn of events.
Trying not to let herself get too caught up in the questions about Loren's form for the moment, she tried to take her warhammer truthfully this time and step back, disengaging to give them both a moment to refocus and attack again: preparing herself, holding her hammer before herself, she nodded, indicting Loren should try to pounce once more.
Trying not to let herself get too caught up in the questions about Loren's form for the moment, she tried to take her warhammer truthfully this time and step back, disengaging to give them both a moment to refocus and attack again: preparing herself, holding her hammer before herself, she nodded, indicting Loren should try to pounce once more.
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
