Warpaint – The Human Anvil

https://thehumananvilblog.wordpress.com/ Of all the world’s fair faces,I envy your lifeless, smiling chrysalis,For it’s cold, sapphire sight, searing far into the night,Like dry forest afire,Whose ash on your wan lips,Is as good as tears in rain;Void and false of pain,Whilst your hair, long, unbound,Waves as sea without the sound,And for every breath you take,Spits blood, boneContinue reading “Warpaint – The Human Anvil”