The Pendant of Fairness presents herself,
Glancing at the Jewel curses my whole self,
I try to utter a seamless instauration,
But emptiness replies to my imagination.

Relinquishment has never been my motto,
Tho it seems my path is shedding its glow.
I treasured the sentiment,
That I had finally witnessed Refinement...

As the fourth dimension elapses,
The substance of my nous muses,
My cerebration consequently leads me to the same entity,
Embodied as the infamous Melancholy.

Tis the life of a fated hermit,
Who has been confined to a solitary crypt,
Thy heart being worldly tarnished,
Shall never belong to Ye Elevated.

(Original conception of LovingSugardaddy)

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It is the right of man to brood. Get ye to the tavern and lower those brows.

Hair on the chest and character! Hoooo Haaaaaa!!!! Quote

It is the right of man to brood. Get ye to the tavern and lower those brows.

Hair on the chest and character! Hoooo Haaaaaa!!!!


Brooding you say? Tis not actually the case...it's more of a disappointment...But I totally agree that the bar would definitely soothe such emotional states, LOL.
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