hand picked
etched silver sands
wading through
a void so thick
darkness woven
into fibers being
not unlike my own
crafted embers
brought upon the bows
swimming further
your resin fortress
king solitude, island of one
keeper of me
in bloom.
hand picked
etched silver sands
wading through
a void so thick
darkness woven
into fibers being
not unlike my own
crafted embers
brought upon the bows
swimming further
your resin fortress
king solitude, island of one
keeper of me