Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..
Like a voice calling out from beyond the heavens
and the ages
A cold and thrilling invitation to get lost again
in the pages
A seduction so subtle it barely registers
a whisper
This familiar cadence transforms thy love
A warm rush of blood informs it could
only be that
The table is set
The guests have arrived
For tonight we dine with de Lioncourt
The one they call
Lestat.
Added by maggot on July 12, 2015 at 7:39am — No Comments
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