To
spell out wind leaves
invariably wind destroys dark dungeon forgotten
Is not this the irony of fate that at last the shadow of a raven spit?
is the dark void wolf grim existence
looks like rapid disintegration blasphemous tear on the lips
memory is still cleaning up red
even as the storm is a beautiful life
look just like the lost ghosts cease to despair of variation
goes a long abyss
the collapse of the gloomy...