the palest pale glistening
death begins its whimpering
becoming so close and so near
ghostly eyes of those magic creatures
so young and yet withered
deepest deep wants out-growing their hosts
the vessels of such things fall apart so quickly
without thought the wolves tear and howl
still there is no evil in them
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my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
