YOU ARE READING Messenger Poetry Late night babble, a trifle and nothing more. Canticum mortuus (incomplete) 1.5K 24 9 by BlakeMcFarland by BlakeMcFarland Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story I O'er the tempestuous tides there liesA tomb, that tells the tale of a time.A tale of untimely terror toldBy an undead maiden atop her throne. II
