WAM 2013-14Table of Contents:
| A Beautiful Sighta nectar poisoning mesmerized bees. You stand in the clearing, watching the crying stars, drenched in deep, sinful crimson. I watch as flickering tears fall down your face, silent with the beauty of the moon. Your eyes, though stained with a devil’s miasma, are still the color of purest innocence. As you weep for those who have fallen, played by gods thousands of miles away, these pawns in a game there is not a sight more than you at that moment for forgiveness from those whose lives you’ve just beautiful who cried stolen away. ![]() |