Unrest lurks deep , draped in terror
Imperial wind stains the milky sunset
Impaired in that decadent vision
I caged her, in lovelorn defiance
My fingers traced sinful territories
Retreating voices of the dark
On such a moonlit night
Bathed in lunatic ambience
Valkyrie was born,
Stormed from tired centuries,
Crucified to erotic despair.
Dissent and Torture
10 years ago
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