Too many days have frowned past
The dampening feign coated in moss.
Chariot of the hollow roads, of which is ridden by the adolescent marquis whom lurks this pyre.
that which is to royally trudge among smogs of fate and misfortune. Penance
Coast smitten in “wilting” murmurs while penance strokes the rotting gravel.
Reeds of Mojave sprout in the distance