Ð Without a doubt, the tomb lay empty; a sacrificial duty – inflicted by the pains of youth. His tortured flames defied smothering. The embers kept watch o’er the darkest of nights, as the red Moon refused to warm; Its knowledge within eclipsed by the reality of traceable abandonment, untouched by the whims of existence. ∞ … Continue reading The Dark Roots Of A Descendant