She serves the Beast

By on Apr 30, 2019 in Fashion | 0 comments

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The moon is shining
The skies are grey
And in the shadows
An empty grave

It’s cold and dark
She’s all alone
So lost and frozen
Right through her bones

But in her stomach
A hunger rears
A twisted craving
For mothers’ tears

For fathers’ screams
For people’s fears
For horrid dreams
And wicked cheers

The flesh of children
Shall be her feast
For now, in death
She serves the beast ~ Orwar Furlgrimr

My Daily Items
Hair: Stealthic – Passion (Blondes)
Dress: Oubliette– Onyx Branwen Dress
Taken at: Pendle Hill

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