On Stolen Wings

On stolen wings the banshee sings... Bellowing vocals and haunting Kings... She falls every night... Awakened by midnight 's light... Roaming only where the darkest reside... No pink flesh, nor beating heart lives inside... Moss covered hallowed eyes... In her presence, all light dies... Resentment burns like an intestinal coal and powers her through... Harvesting... Continue Reading →

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