And when the sky fell,
the wings of the angels turned to dust
and all the starlight and gold that once gave excuse for awe
now stirred babes to shed tears scarlet
enough to weave another Golgotha to be memorised in the unfortunate loom of existence.
YOU ARE READING
Unturned stones
SonstigesI speak for those who can't, won't, shouldn't, etc. I also speak for myself. Because why the heck not?
