Erebus Canto Pt: 22 – Pomegranate
A simple rose petal to caress a blighted hand stricken with rigor mortis…the shift from a wakeful peace to translate into tears So, forth is...
A simple rose petal to caress a blighted hand stricken with rigor mortis…the shift from a wakeful peace to translate into tears So, forth is...
Among the city streets there you dare to stand, as I wander by mesmerized in wonderment and cosmic tides A divine lie that heaven stood...
Whispers of gilded aether, dreams plated platinum… thee evergreen shaded deiform, glory unto them, Merry art we that are blessed with this sanctum, the refuge...