Flight with Hostility: Summon of Autumn
Summon of Autumn Ripening dry escort of coldness, Now come forth on the leaves of your boldness! Hand over budded morsels for reaping, Casting aside Breath’s colors in favor of bleeding The smell. The smell of your hour, pre-midnight, Empowering set of the sunlight. Snatch away what’s taken for... Sign in to see full entry.