Deadly Sin #1
Lust: To be enamoured with rust.
The way that the seasons stand
Upon the shoulders of those
That came before.
In the end always toppling into winter,
As anything found in death
Must to death return.
Vagabond Prophet
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Deadly Sin #1
Lust: To be enamoured with rust.
The way that the seasons stand
Upon the shoulders of those
That came before.
In the end always toppling into winter,
As anything found in death
Must to death return.
Vagabond Prophet