Erebus Canto Part: 16 – Son of The Morning Star
[ Phobos: Holy terrors to tread along these waters beloved Deimos, the liquid is suffering more as he endures more Deimos: Darker the spirit, Darker...
[ Phobos: Holy terrors to tread along these waters beloved Deimos, the liquid is suffering more as he endures more Deimos: Darker the spirit, Darker...
Blighted is my soul as I search the innermost parts of my spirit to find increments pertaining to gold Gilded joy and memories held bashfully...
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...