RANDOMLY READ POEM: Cycles by Jan Marquart
Cycles A ghost with fangs hides in the shadows of dark corners where even the sun won’t dare go to capture rupture strangle until lightning slices the ebony night cracks darkness trembles mountains…
Cycles A ghost with fangs hides in the shadows of dark corners where even the sun won’t dare go to capture rupture strangle until lightning slices the ebony night cracks darkness trembles mountains…