Coming to the tree,
Where they strung up a man,
They say who murdered three?
Strange things did happen here,
No stranger wouldn't be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree
Greyson leaned against a tree, eavesdropping on Ericka's conversation.
Ah, I finally got around to returning. Only a year and a half later. Woo.
Ahoy there! Hope you're having a good day!
If not, I hope it improves =3
You're awesome btw.