‘Tis with everything
That I hold: the world
Thy love,
At the end, fore’er
Upon such noble hair.
I gaze into thy eyes,
Hear the heart beat
Echo, drum into the ears
Of a lion,
Lioness roar
For yonder more,
Upon the moor,
Nevermore.
Her heart was ice,
But warmed up by a king,
His heart was stone,
His mind alone;
Save his soul,
Kiss her skin.
We art together,
We make love in everyway
Hearts in hands,
Come to the art work.
Flay the unworthy,
Their skin shall melt,
Broke the flesh,
Leaving bites upon thy skin,
Whilst they burn,
Burn within.
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The House Of Blood and Dust, Book One: Darkness Rising
خيال (فانتازيا)The darkness is rising and skies will burn, the streets will fill with blood. War will come and the fight will never end, only falter. In the wake of an almighty war, a world ready to be torn apart by an ancient evil awoken by the Senims, who amidst...
