Dylan of the Raven
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On this night, if your ears catch an echo in the wind like wicked moans, it will be I, Dylan of the Raven dancing on the Devil's bones.
Devil, do you bleed? Sense guilt for your greed? Do your eyes fill with salt when you feel? Do your palms turn white when you kneel?
September 28, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Devil, do you bleed? Sense guilt for your greed? Do your eyes fill with salt when you feel? Do your palms turn white when you kneel?
Cages disguised as emotions.
September 27, 2025 at 5:17 PM
Cages disguised as emotions.
Rose lipped twisted sonnets whistle across the ashes of oblivion.
September 26, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Rose lipped twisted sonnets whistle across the ashes of oblivion.
We are all solidified ghosts.
September 25, 2025 at 5:59 PM
We are all solidified ghosts.
Embalmed in neon and shooting stars, drunk on misfits and earthbound scars.
September 24, 2025 at 6:24 PM
Embalmed in neon and shooting stars, drunk on misfits and earthbound scars.
Forgotten dead sing soft laments.
September 23, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Forgotten dead sing soft laments.
Rattle the demon, shake it out from my bones.
September 22, 2025 at 7:14 PM
Rattle the demon, shake it out from my bones.
Camouflage the night with madness.
September 21, 2025 at 7:06 PM
Camouflage the night with madness.
Silver blades of moonlight cut the palms of ghosts.
September 20, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Silver blades of moonlight cut the palms of ghosts.
Drifting towards the altar of the wicked.
September 20, 2025 at 8:16 PM
Drifting towards the altar of the wicked.
I gaze upon an ocean of gathered ink, from every quill that ever dared to bleed poetry.
September 20, 2025 at 8:01 PM
I gaze upon an ocean of gathered ink, from every quill that ever dared to bleed poetry.