Beardsley's ascendancy floated above the decades like a starfield that fellow artists could pluck a shard of light from and wield his dark magic anew. That is not poetry speaking. That is fact.
by Cat DeSpira
Beardsley's ascendancy floated above the decades like a starfield that fellow artists could pluck a shard of light from and wield his dark magic anew. That is not poetry speaking. That is fact.