A Ribbon Stained Blue
Eclipsed, this bayonet forsworn. Braided in a pity of harmony, and dilapidated to bow, I rise to the sharpness of a monstrous rebuke. Let Fate tsunami against me. I shall swallow every tide with a saccharine smile, and cleave wave after wave of mismanagement into a foundry of foreboding care. Yes, I dare...
That has always been both the problem and the solution.
Written July 26, 2026. © 2026 AnOublietteofThought.