(RE-BLOGGED)

The great feast is finished, the banquet hall deserted. The shadows lengthening towards night. The broad canopy of heaven holds a silver footed moon. And stars in their course,the oil lamps are slowly expiring. Insidious death tenaciously approaching With darkness and deep silence.the oil lamps Are flickering laboring for breath,for a drop of oil Trying […]

via inexplicable torment — yaskhan

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