The Virgin And The Veil

I. Cradles Beneath The Gate Sunset wrote with blood those meadowsOf innocent hopes and empty cradlesHorizon deadly red like a veil upon cemetery gate Crows circling around my headPainted my lost rainbow in blackLakes darkening belowWrote my loneliness of sorrow Symphony I cannot hearAgony I cannot bearAs this all turned dark and witheredLonely soul wasContinue reading “The Virgin And The Veil”

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