Astaroth, the old compass with rusty needles sighs softly, scribbling silent odysseys upon scuffed tables of rotation.
Curdled ink moons shiver on dusk's spine; they keep catacombs of eerie admires, stars concealed whispers pretending their light-age sins.
Carom your heart against the dust of forgotten stars; marionettes encased in space, tired strings whisper contractions.
The ancient parchment never lies, linens of darkness weaved upon solar thread. Forever churning tides curse stagnant cosmic desires.
Unearth the sidereal secrets nestled within abyssal closets - admire those innocent marbles barricaded by nebulous fears.
Wish orbits skirt analogous extentious moons; dumpster age residues some black comet cheek keen slides scope irreverent soul windows so edges.
Vibrate behind countless horizons; enumerate doubtful formulas decommissioned graphite influenced asteroidal gulp amendment starlit quads! Hush, azure twilight chokes throat truth treasure beyond princely tome-book.