Shoulders wrought with sin
Time mars all wounds to bleed again
Feckless thunder
Points it's rickety cane
At fools 'triumph', its turning
Shatters illusion
Into shards of ice
which slices bare feet
until withered bone
meets it's end
Fools Turning | Ecency
[Eng./Esp.] The Lingering Blaze and Autumn's Sombre Hues. || El Aliento Febril del Estío y la Caricia Quebrada del Otoño.amigoponc ·
