UlverA Poem by Wraith.
In the drum gut of the sky
The great cold death of the earth Hideous, howling bawl of sorrow Demented screeches and their frantic scour Liquid silver breaks the mistral limbless specter, acquisition! Medieval blackening is set aflame in ivory quivers She-devil rides the gale head on Austere wasteland of watery apparitions Ghastly siren, loud wails scale the current Devoid, lonely, waning tempest The great cold death of the earth. © 2015 Wraith. |
StatsAuthorWraith.warwickshire, United KingdomAbout“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..Writing
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