The bells rung.
The swarm come.
Endless, sweet pledge murmured
Oblivions nectar drips assured.
The tithe to be dispensed.
Our mass recompensed.
We will tell all.
Deaths homily of forever.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The bells rung.
The swarm come.
Endless, sweet pledge murmured
Oblivions nectar drips assured.
The tithe to be dispensed.
Our mass recompensed.
We will tell all.
Deaths homily of forever.