Necromancy

On the joyless river, misty souls wander still. I hear them whispering to Charo, begging for a transfer without success because someone failed to place the orb in their mouth. I didn’t make a mistake. I placed it. The same souls in these dead waters silently echoed their name in the mist with a rustleΣυνέχεια ανάγνωσης «Necromancy»