Red rivers flow like the Thames, hearts shatter like glass.
Love burns like a funeral pyre, the dead’s sleep awoken by unending desire.
Clawed figures glide across a chest with cursed lust.
The beings below stare with envy knowing that their long forgotten love shall never return.
Cursed to remain lost, crumbling ruins as the backdrop of the wretched massacred of cursed passion as innocent love.
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