I would not if I were you.
These are stark pages, delinquent places,
for strangers with common faces.
∞
As the raven flies,
Edgar and prose, linger on.
Clutching the mystery of the dark-side with ravenous pride.
∞
I would not if I were you.
We all know Lucifer is beauty in black and blue.
We all know righteousness is flawed.
Pride, the ice in which the sinister rain thaws.
