Hunting Party II

At war,

      Hunting the scent of a F(r)iend's silhouette with a spear grin tip entitled: Smile, Marked with the scent of dried vermilion, Memory ache's vampiric bled dry stains of derelict fangs, Set upon the last wolves' barren moon of remorse, As Lilith the first sandcastle earth universe predator scavenges down the finality reveries of beautiful nightshade, Wherein reside the beasts of shadow, Dryads perpetrators of the origin epidemic, Parasite of riddles that gave birth to our conscious sedation, Now awaiting the facial contortion of heaven to align with atonement, Alongside the fallen; Inhumanity's moral lethargic trench entirety.


In earnest anticipation of,