Aksis Silva has not received any gifts yet
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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