The plains ever trembling, O passionately kissedBy blades and petals stained amethyst;Whence night doth stray unto discerning dawnWhereby diamond dew floats upon the lawn. The fate of the cerulean becometh set in stone;It changeth from brilliance to purple loam,Yet the moon of steel reveals efficacy chromeAnd peers into the ecstasy of an ocean’s foam. RisethContinue reading “Hymn to Harpocrates”
The Saccharine Sycophant 