A Ballad Of Primordal Whispers
I can hear them whispering, twelve sighted doves painting the sky with a white flame which lies simply holistic Something heliocentric among these symbolic promises...
The Priest & The Pauper
Give unto me something other than the treachery that squanders about this lack lustered vanity proclaimed as life Speak upon those lilies once said to...
The Scarlet King
Discord among the nightfall with these winter berries found frozen Between honeycomb lips of those sweet whispers which speak of a king dress in scarlet...