Updated: Aug 17
I've heard about that fall but never have I approached its unexpected edge. They rumor it should be infinite. A sudden and adventurous drop of a journey. When two souls latch on for the endless pit. Many find themselves falling when divine winds blow, hoping to never reach the bottom; a graveyard of shattered hearts. They say,
" Those depths echo with minor chords and tears like the sound of rain Red roses grow like weeds watered with pain
The good ones are still falling, they never let go
They still feel and hear those divine winds blow..."