The Foreboding
Jan 14, 2019
Bathed in the lull of starglow
The final curtain between strangers in the night
As we lay atop sweat, blood and entrails
As we lay atop sweat, blood and entrails
Atop the corpses of the fallen undead
Pangs of longing and wistful aromas engulf us
Holds us tight
As if we tumble down a rabbit hole
Only to re-emerge as the dying embers of ethereal moonlight caress
Luring us back into eternal slumber
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