the fatesA Poem by Nyctophobialife is in the hands of the girls.three boisterous young girls, all adorned in white, sing and dance in circles, atop the cloudy sky. the gods, with solemn gazes, watch as the children play, hesitating to tell the girls they are dancing on mortal graves. © 2019 Nyctophobia |
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Added on February 13, 2019 Last Updated on February 13, 2019 |