Chicago 2

The clock strikes, hollow, hanging from nominated skies.

Bleached, Clayed in shame, she rides above the rest.

Mosaics of Classical style,

 a fashion forgotten,

  call to all who claim the imagined image.

By Kaptain Viciorious Grimoire

A Timetraveling Space Pirate Extraordinaire who writes about 9th century Vikings and Varangians, fantastical worlds with floating cities, and 19th-20th century horror based in Memphis Tennessee, I am.

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