'Fox.'
'Furcas , you mean.'
Not Furcas. Not the Powerful President of Hell.
Not the fallen angel.
My suspicions were true
The white hair
The blue eyes
The almost-inhumane logic
The blue eyes
The love of stars and fire.
Oh, kill me already.
-The sun of trouble had only risen.
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Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...
PoesíaHere lies the charred remains of her sanity, Which she spends to console herself. On starry nights. With no one by her side, The fallen angel sits on her throne, Beside her , stand her courtiers of stone. All alone; So alone, She crowns hersel...
