A twist of fate, Gilded whispers across the rose hall, The white roses that bloomed, Tainted by a single drop of blood. Winds that bang the glass doors shut. Whimpers that turn into screams, Souls which longed for their retribution, Eager to please their master, Bind the glimmer of freedom, That shone through the cracksContinue reading “Nyx.”
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