Tag: Fleur de Poussière

Requiescat

Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow […] Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is at rest. – Oscar Wilde – Requiescat –

Je vois de la lumière noire

This is the battle between day and night… I see black light. – Victor Hugo’s last words –

New Blood VIII

These New Blood posts have became a tradition. A simple post to share the latest creations.

Fleur de Poussière

The threshold to the seance parlour has not been crossed for many moons. The air is intoxicating, filled with the scent of a myriad of fainted roses, rich draperies staggered by the dust of time and the resinous memory of incense long gone. Reminding you of times that you could not possibly have known and, […]

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