Oct 23, 2019
Not long before heaven met hell, a thickness poured into the streets and alleyways. Allys where no man dare to have ever traveled. Wrapped in rage, clothed in hoods like a wild masquerade had gone out for a murderous parade, only leaving room for light to be dismayed, laid an elegantly portrayed queen of the tomb stones. Tomb stones full of empty graves, rotted forever, evil will stay
A queen between here and there, traveling ambiguously within darkened air, a queen to be just as an evil glare.
