The Composer That Impales the World By Fd Ravenskraft

The Composer That Impales The World by FD F.D. Ravenskraft with every tune that the melodies you play that even the strings come to a commanding state the guitarist blends in his sins Into the romantic begins. slowly he plays and grin. the ladies fall down in a comatose the lover of all lovers undercover to watch him discover the madness of his extreme Composing dreams, as it seems he's watched the world burns with love and hate. Everyone falls into a deep sleep never to awaken tuning the tune of the romantic unsung gloom that blooms the blossoms of his hands the poetic storyteller walking in the fields unseen but the front of a storm saw him lusting over the calm nature of the grim, he plays like he's making out with paradise himself Without her to him. No one is. he named his guitar after him A Poem that spits the melodies I see him sitting there on the fields of sand out of nowhere as his last victim dies by his playing demise a macabre that was robbed of itself he plays on and on the end of it all had just begun