Auroral mostly he was when caught
between the umbrae of life and his.
be also the probable wellspring?
Black high, azure low, whence came that luminescence verily?
Cursed the star that brought forth the tempest in his eyes!
The eonian chimaera of the very you is the ever impeccable scenery I have fixed these irises upon.
I am being ghosted by a bogus predicament that looms out to be the headstrong spectre at the feast.
"Ego voco tu, Thanatos. Spiritus de mors! Thanatos, ego voco tu! Moon mouthed in undertones.
The night orb knows one nesting doll that's under lock and key.
My noddle is the lair of compact crotchet, cycling reveries and complexity.
With these eyes on your way is the sense of wonder that devours my lucidity. And when fortune swifts yours my direction, I dive into a seraphic stupor just every time.