elegy of ages
poets of centuries, their words ever so -eloquent whisper their lives
poets of centuries, their words ever so -eloquent whisper their lives
You are my living Elegy: Breathing, beating, beasting, feasting
Where the sun sets and the moon rises, I will meet you there at night fall To create pandemonium one last time But tonight will never be forgotten For tonight we seal our deaths, Together eternally we will be free We climb the mountain and enter the forest To find a place where the moon […]