Threads Of Madly Whispers
I found him yet he kept me
Raveled in a web of atrocities and anarchy, he became my solace.
I should have never wanted his attention, but something so ruinous about him whispered me aflame.
He serenaded to my soul while I twirled to the horrors that plagued him.
He is sin and nor is he a fairytale.
He plays, and he plays so gloriously.
He says I’m his muse, his nocturne, his fallen angel and that his touch shall reduce to ashes, anything that causes the rivers in my eyes and how hauntingly precious it shall be.
This is the first book in the Exile of Sybactus Duet, intended for an 18+ audience.
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