The Virtuous Girl

A temple consummated, through endeavor Of communion, and moral manufacture Purest of virtue, surrounding a mind of none Permeated, by the endearment of One Her temple abandoned, water tides the surface Wind licks the stones, earth clutches the appearance Compressed by her elements Compounded by her weakness Her temple, turns to ruins Abandoning perfect composition Appealing... Continue Reading →

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Resolute Nights

And now let on the pass of sunless day Make my wearies wane, and eyes lay -Miras

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