Would this tale afflict thee O children of the bedevilled rock
Yonder afflictions of substances unknown in cold pits
With tremulous fingers and tempestous lips the body reacts to the invisible
While the blooming radius of the ancient arch is magnified by the moonlight
Through the weary portals of the ages lie unravished and unanswered heartbeats
Across the thin glaced places where the bell tolls for ****** wonder
Where the graces of undying wisdom fain to alight their ancient favor
I, a ravaged rapscallion, trace all the hidden moments of my vain heart
With insticts that lay in the ***** of the undying muses
Strange moments hidden amidst galaxies and battered bodies
Then the feasting begins when nocturnal flavors ****** unperturbed lips
The general substance of furies unknown and muchness unnerved
Tasked with obsolete oaths and unmade promises, the warrior breathes his last
By Rowan Moses
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
Would this tale afflict thee O children of the bedevilled rock
Yonder afflictions of substances unknown in cold pits
With tremulous fingers and tempestous lips the body reacts to the invisible
While the blooming radius of the ancient arch is magnified by the moonlight
Through the weary portals of the ages lie unravished and unanswered heartbeats
Across the thin glaced places where the bell tolls for ****** wonder
Where the graces of undying wisdom fain to alight their ancient favor
I, a ravaged rapscallion, trace all the hidden moments of my vain heart
With insticts that lay in the ***** of the undying muses
Strange moments hidden amidst galaxies and battered bodies
Then the feasting begins when nocturnal flavors ****** unperturbed lips
The general substance of furies unknown and muchness unnerved
Tasked with obsolete oaths and unmade promises, the warrior breathes his last
By Rowan Moses