They Found Ash

On the Pleasures and Perils of Romanticism | by Zachary Bivins In the fey of her smileRome turned to embers. Augustan travertine,sooty, split, toothless;marbled colonnades bowedlike forgotten patriarchsbeneath their scars Empires denied. The moon looked away,a black prayer forgotten;no howls for mercy,only berries crushedin a bear's fell maw. Her lips smoldered,teasing dawn-gilded, like fire from heavenconsuming all thingsthat reached starward. Wyrd, elusive as a fox a wending glimpse […]

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