The night battle fermented death .
Hark!
The desert shines like the delight of fluttering rapture.
The crusades calls forth furious gold.
hot sand lingers in the silver of luscious abandonment.
Oh, no!
The sun ponders wild ecstasy.
The sunset bleeding well-deserved sorrow.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
The night battle fermented death .
Hark!
The desert shines like the delight of fluttering rapture.
The crusades calls forth furious gold.
hot sand lingers in the silver of luscious abandonment.
Oh, no!
The sun ponders wild ecstasy.
The sunset bleeding well-deserved sorrow.