Renee Verona
Feb 25, 2021

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MY BELOVED ICARUS

Began it all with blood that drips from a bloodstone which gilded the might of blood mages, so reluctant to stare at a blood moon Glancing at these nightmares, those bearing such haunting hemlock and nightshade, waking night terrors nightly Thus night fiends to fair, who art henceforth, found screeching horror, humbled as heretics-lost, Yet, moreover, sinners hereby mumbling a broken mortality…the axis teeters tenaciously, talent-ly among our diplomacy, Zealously, as we thrive throughout open stages displaying carnival and carnage […]

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