His last words linger
as faint yet resonating echoes...

2015-01-19 05:26
She descended like an angel...

Drifting with black sails
through the freezing air...

Golden honey dressed in silk,
does the light of which still bounce...

2015-01-30 01:25
We once dreamed of our love sustaining...

O Exiled Sophia, was it cruelty
or the purest of any love...

The cacophony of machines
singing in circles of destruction...

The faint noise of shallow footsteps
echoes across these empty hallways...

We won't find peace in forgiveness,
regardless of who of us would try...

What truths exists within the clockwork of our...
if not the evil machinations of cruel Gods...

I wish she had never learned
the shape of the love...

They are men, wielding great power,
consuming everything around them...