Fear of death
gives birth to me,
the siever of souls
too anguished to try,
but whose beautiful screams
fuel my strength
and keep those opposing
me on their knees.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Fear of death
gives birth to me,
the siever of souls
too anguished to try,
but whose beautiful screams
fuel my strength
and keep those opposing
me on their knees.