From stagnant pools of filth
Has my sombre wing arisen.
Now dear, I prithee you listen,
Death, will reap your treason.
~.•.~Did you like it? Write it in the comments below!
YOU ARE READING
Untold Whispers
PoetryYour time's running, what will you say? What will remain untold? HR #64 in Poetry
Succubus
From stagnant pools of filth
Has my sombre wing arisen.
Now dear, I prithee you listen,
Death, will reap your treason.
~.•.~Did you like it? Write it in the comments below!