Ønce BelligerentA Poem by Su' NacnetafI cløse my eyes
ashen leaves fall men rise øut øf ice mørning squall the man øf fire the daughter lies under a battle sø dire beware the man øf thunder the man øf slain death is nigh herøes' bane nø time to cry came tø gløry decent parting the sacred, the gøry new age is starting © 2013 Su' Nacnetaf |
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1 Review Added on August 26, 2013 Last Updated on August 26, 2013 AuthorSu' NacnetafAboutYou Are Romanticism You are likely to see the world as it should be, not as it is. You prefer to celebrate the great things people do... not the horrors they're capable of. For you,.. more..Writing
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