“Of thy morning feats art thou proud, / but the future thou knowest not wholly; / Doleful thine […]
moonblood
Murdered for the madness his post-traumatic opulence dictated, our protagonist swings with the momentum of death’s seizuring scythe. […]
“Of thy morning feats art thou proud, / but the future thou knowest not wholly; / Doleful thine […]
Murdered for the madness his post-traumatic opulence dictated, our protagonist swings with the momentum of death’s seizuring scythe. […]