Trinkets A Doom

Purge up fantasy for your lit fancy my dance is chaos for to enchant me. Wretched stale my pride impale this crook spills doom in a pale. I douse ash asunder my decency under a chronic thunder my soul plunders. The Devil’s about my fear my doubt my hope it shouts remove this clout. Dear…

Reptilian

He said the best was from a head that he took led unto his ego fed. Held in tight grip the heart will slip and all wry quips do poison the lips. Clearly answers I know for the why I ask to hear imply real ill fed chides. From the depths his calamity steps will…