The Crescendo
Among these distorted anti-prisms, the singularity belonging to a multiverse whispers in echoes And very intricately does a beloved God play the delicate sounds of...
Amentia
My dearest friend, it has been some time since I stood at your door I left you alone again and for this I apologize so...
The Midnight Moonlight
One minute past the midnight hour and the possibilities of curiosities loomed Thus, upon on your face I found the moonlight illuminating a beauty in...