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...
Severed among a gallery of galaxies bearing the sight of heaven, lamented I did and a tear I shed…feeling betrayed and forsaken A devil's cry...
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...