"Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm
Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall…
Amber nectar, misery ichor
…cascading in streams of hallowed form
For each stain, a forsaken shadow
"
—
You Were But A Ghost In My Arms, Agalloch (via primordialwinds)
(Source: yourendlesspath, via inatt)
Feb 23. 13 Notes.
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