johnr0x17

Joined November 2007

The “countess” in this work is a general musing for all men to have a “countess” in their life. Therefore what...

The Day Seems Fray

I see a new dawn approaching, though I don’t concur on its form, it can take many shapes, from dusk til morn, and from it’s symmetry, visages, faces, a laugh, a stare, a loving hand that is firm as it is bare. The congenial warth of the heart arises when the sun comes to and fro whence it came, its daily province is in the west, I recollect.
It casts its shadow morosively, as well as malevolent to thrall the night on, fo rwich at that time sings lullingly
" Oh, This hollow is such a sweet sorrow, this agony, delectable as honey fingers from a hive in tree. Let the devils come, let the demons spawn, let the darkness choke the remnants of light in the north. This old world, this ancient, bears it’s fruit to Satan."

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