I knew you would come, call it a premonition or a vision alone; yet truly it is a tragedy.
In ancient tomes, tragedies were suppose to regress one’s woes into tales of caution … from a spectators viewpoint it was ideal.
yet here we —>
stand… in a miasma of our own creation.
maybe once we could’ve been considered family, brothers of the blade … behest either me or you got corrupted. 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 that drips upon the hallowed grounds we lay. —>