#WC172

She follows me around I hear the swishing of her gown Black as the depth of the darkest heart The redolence of her deathless hair The sweetness of her undying breath Brushes over me. Her wide hollow eyes follows me around Her wide, wide mouth fixed in an unfaltering smile. She is the ballerina of t...

Walk onto this Earth, thine offspring anew, To Hell would be his worth, for sins he’d do To guide would be thy cast, shall not affright. ‘Twixt thyself or thine old muse, abide by, With whom you dear greater, for whom you’ll die No...

──── ∙༻ ❀ ༺∙ ──── 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧 ──── ∙༻ ❀ ༺∙ ──── I am filled with persistence to live on even after my last breath. I continue my existence In the memories of those I left for death. And when the last one who re me has lost all oxygen in their lungs, CI...

--------------------                 Beware—don't dare—to believe                 any word you hear from me                 if I—when I—rant to thee                 standing o'er this silken sea -                 madness, harmless, when so small                 pounds on myself's c...

Can anyone hear me? Me, the lost wanderer, me, the unknown poet, me, who writes the stories of fallen, me, friend to Death herself, me, the one who's the closest yet furthest. I've appeared, out of nowhere, to tell you a tale, of a fallen hero. ...

__________________________________________________ 𝒫𝑜𝑒𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝓎 𝒦𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒 ℋ𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝟷𝟶-𝟸𝟹-𝟸𝟶 𝟷𝟽:𝟻𝟽 __________________________________________________ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠, 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚝, 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝙰 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝙰 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐...

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