The murals told the tales of distant past long gone .Men then fought and killed each other. All glory laid to dust. The myriad figures stand alone. But the story has not changed. Men still keep on fighting and killing each other. And the stony walls blood washed shine anew. (272 characters) Via: https://wp.me/p2ZDNi-4SZ
It is my Aurora, My haven of peace. As I set my foot on the hallowed earth, I lose myself. The shining dazzle of the array, Pervades to my inner being, Illuminating the dark corners, Stoking the dying embers, Igniting new ones. An irridiscent hue, And luminiscent cues, Showing me the way in the dark… Continue reading My Aurora
Leaden smell of death, Tainted by rosy fragrance, As she lay stone still.