Adorned in crimson and being most civil A man from Palermo, Knight of Hospital, Was stationed on high for he was vigil. The Cross of Malta was his enshrined sigil. There once was a day when tending his post A noise tickled his ears. He heard an echo below. This feminine chime rang all through…
Month: April 2017
A Papal Plea
Demons of Arabia assult our forsaken sepulchre. Abandon your comfort for they torture lifeless corpses. Pledge thyself to the sacrament and bare our holy crest. With a soul absolved by bloodshed thou need not again confess. Jesus Christ, your lord, commands for crusade, without a doubt. Deus vult! Deus vult! 18 April 2017
Tropique du Capricorne
How it feels to be graced with such powerful sentiments; Sweet in scent, but not innocent. There’s a crack in the sky, and the heavens are torn. Ozone in the air can foretell of a storm. This one not of chaos or pain, but the release from a strain. “Relax” and “let go”, she tells…
Bloom
With heavenly bodies and earthly minds Can we mere mortal men conquer the world? We control little else than power and time. Aught it really require anything less or more? Every living being is an effect of its ecosystem. Trudging through turmoil and using making use of the hours, We are free to affect that…
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