The Golden Song

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-20 02:38:34 -

The Golden Song

The feast begins in the fog. Candles burn. Low. Blue. They do not flicker. They stand still like sentries. The table is long. White cloth. Spotless. You sit. Your coat is wet. Your hands are cold. You look down. They are red. Not with wine. With blood. You do not wipe them. You wait. The room is not a room. It is a hall. Stone. Old. Smells of iron and lilies. The air is thick. You breathe. It...

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima