vineri, 21 martie 2014

The sharp edge of a filoplume quill



The sharp edge of a filoplume quill
Slits the air and penetrates backward bent light;
Conjoining minstrel and several muses
Into everlasting words,
As Chaos safeguards them within tainted wings of night.
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