August 19, 2018 · 9:08 am
Evariste Vital Luminais
All These Lands
Have Felt my Hand
As a Slave
Thief
Reaver of Men
Slayer of Demons
Toppler of Kingdoms
the Lion Crowned Dragon
All These Things I am
I Who Have Drank Blood
From my First Gasp
Pray to my Grimm Grey God
So to Shall be my Last
#B27321
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August 3, 2015 · 12:06 am
Nikolas Gysis
The Looking Glass
Most Darkly
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The Looking Glass
Most Darkly
as I Peer Into
your Inner Most Sins.
Dark In Deed
Is the Sight
That Greets me,
Black & White
& Splattered Red.
Half Formed
Baby Heads
& Virgin Skin,
Jars of Nightmares
Rendered Real.
All as I Pray
you Don’t See me,
my Horrified Eye,
Wide
with Shocked Disbelief.
As the Most
Beautiful Women
I Have Ever Seen,
Comes Forth
From the Floor
& Kisses your Ring.
Eyes;
Startling Red
& Naked as Aphrodite
Risen From the Sea.
Transfixed She Met Mine;
Lust Intertwined my Mind.
Passions Played Out
& Greeted Eagerly;
Time Ceased to Count
as I Continued to Mount,
Her Eyes Blazing Still.
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Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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June 28, 2015 · 7:21 pm
Howard Pyle
More
–
Wracked
by a Million
Battles;
my Flesh
an Old Sole.
Still I Go,
Searching,
Searching,
For a Mystery
to UnFold.
It Has Lead me
To your Door;
What Pray Tell
Will This Story Hold.
Another Contest of Wills,
So you May Test
the Iron of my Spine.
Ever
It Has Driven me Forth,
Searching,
Searching
For More.
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Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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