She serves the Beast

By on Apr 30, 2019 in Fashion | 0 comments

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