Prophet of the Waking Moon

  • Do I abhor
    The Waking Moon
    Or love those beneath it
    Am I a made Monstrocity
    Which has no place
    Amongst the civil
    Do I embrace the rose's thorns
    And drink her nectar
    Or do I pretend ignorance
    And regret my sins
    Am I to fade into shadow
    Never to return
    Do I dig my own Grave
    And carve its marker
    Just for it
    To go unused

    - Blake Crowe

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