The Turn
Orual, Orual, she was not pretty,
but on herself she took pity,
When Psyche left her, it let her to wonder and stare,
In the end, the turn started to bend,
Psyche now believes in gods, as quick as a nod.
© by Anthony Raptor
Orual, Orual, she was not pretty,
but on herself she took pity,
When Psyche left her, it let her to wonder and stare,
In the end, the turn started to bend,
Psyche now believes in gods, as quick as a nod.
© by Anthony Raptor