A halo of fire
For the Saint of the Slaughter
A Kingdom of Ash
To be ruled by his daughter
A slave to the wind
And the walls that still stand
As she puts every piece
In its place with her hands
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A halo of fire
For the Saint of the Slaughter
A Kingdom of Ash
To be ruled by his daughter
A slave to the wind
And the walls that still stand
As she puts every piece
In its place with her hands