Streets of My Sanctum
A Haunting Poem
Published in
Mar 26, 2023
Grating voice of a loved one,
Which is a phantom,
That is rotting in a carcel.
Your place is my sanctum, dear friend.
Streets of my sanctum,
Full of fresh pulse
Of some maidens,
That will eventually end up on a river somehow.
Would the priests be mad?
Unto my ethereal love
To my beloved, Azrael.
