Tag: l’usurper de l’Amour

  • L’Usurper de l’Amour

    She was prone to moonwrath; She was coming to goldenness; It was an outblown image of potential – Forever was smiling and playing with her hair. Catullus was laughing bitterly, And butterflies opened like hearts, The slaves all walked to the sea, now dark, But she…she was prone to moonwrath, Unleashed upon tides, economies, minds, […]