Category : Stories

Sub Category : Romance

Squeeze silver light from the moon into the chalice. Lunar milk for the gladiator. When he bathes his throat in Luna's crest; the icy webs over his heart shall crack. A jack-knife will sever the rag-buttons on his soul, and his eyes with glint as ocean glass. The gladiator will weep as he searches for the white pinnacle. A birch tree asleep atop the mountain peak. He means to find his beloved, but he will never be free. A slave to blood and sweat.