(STEP THOU IN, WHERE UMBRA BIDE.)
The ghost of crime, the weight of dread.
A soul-lit musters in warmth, ardent and soft, for: @seunghyunq. Thus scooch, thou soul, at sorrow’s cross (‘&) dine with rue in quiet gross. The feast is grief, the cup is loss—the final griel of @REMORRSE.
The ghost of crime, the weight of dread.
A soul-lit musters in warmth, ardent and soft, for: @seunghyunq. Thus scooch, thou soul, at sorrow’s cross (‘&) dine with rue in quiet gross. The feast is grief, the cup is loss—the final griel of @REMORRSE.