He’s the one I want to see
His curiosity and majesty
How does he remain calm In all the calamity
He must’ve seen it before
Nothing can move him
He sits on his cloud When he has nothing…Continue
dead black roses reek of gold,
wrapped in robes of blackened bone,
blood stained teeth of broken hope,
sacred oath a secret tome.
dipped in madness covered in mold,
dead but living, both new and old.
this fragile spell, come near, shroud of ink,
a silent whisper in your ear,
written in love and soaked in…Continue