Befallen (K)nights

With the rise of the moon,swords are knitting fights. And in this vast white light,screams, groans and drops of tears mesmerize. The land turns dark, dark'n red,leaving blue hearts on dying men. Souls become transparent,destroying the imagination that fades away. Life stops unwittingly,when all nostalgic memories are lost forever. Fights that mesmerize the dying men,fade … Continue reading Befallen (K)nights