Ratatat - Rome
chris on October 21 2015
I return sailing into port, one foot perched on the bow and my sun scared hand shielding my brow. For I have battled storms, I have lost my memory and regained it. I have taken down monsters and have been struck down by lightning, only to rise from the ashes. The sirens song rebounded off me as it would a mighty cliff. For I am unwavering in my mission... To return.