Stille

Sorted memories of Augsburg abyss the tranquil lessons above empty channels of you and I why I've catered to the flicker of light coming from the corridor down the hall where the teakwood table stood holding up the marble vase that shattered everytime the door opened my heart was flushed with a masculine tale of dungeons and dragons at the behest of feeling hope an yet you entered again that quiet place that calmness against all odds thee uncharted place beneath the spoon of a Bishop's wife where I'd bestowed a certain chastity wildly explored throughout wisdom's sphere in sheer doubt of waking to find that you were still here