Death's Daughter
23 Nov 2024 4 minute read 0 comments MatTehCat
Within a midnight storm, in which no star glimmers Or moon glows, as lightning flashes, and thunder Roars, a ghastly sight sloshes amidst a bog’s muck, The air, thick with the stench of decay and damp earth. Her hair is knotted, unctuous; her eyes,...