On a Dream

On a Dream

… But to that second circle of sad hell,
Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm
~John Keats, “On a Dream”

Horns: Queen’s by Dark Matter {Escape}
Necklace: Thorned Embrace by ~*Souzou Eien*~ {Escape}
Whip: Lash Demon’s Tongue by ~*Souzou Eien*~ {Escape}

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