blizzardseason wrote in
shikanichui
Oct 21, 2010 22:37
Frenzies of subservience, long lean shadows which follow the path of erudite kings. Empty white spaces overflowing with lust and greed. Compassion tempered to weakness now that fingers stroke the brilliant swelter of the stars. Rubble and ruin, no glory, no master: tending the garden the only work the pure may yet bend their emptied hands to.
character :: ilde vilmaine,
pseudo-poetry