Here I sit cold and alone, awaiting Catherine, my sweet. It has been so long, she should've been back, I can no longer feel my hands or feet.
By Eldritch4 years ago in Poets
Eldritch 11/2/21 Heart of Fire, Heart of Ice Creator, bless my poor heart, changes sway over it, like a ship in most turbulent water.
Fire cleanses everything, It melts flesh from bones, and evaporates falsehoods so only truth is left standing amongst the ashes.
By Eldritch5 years ago in Fiction
