Writing

It’s a strange place in here Where it’s definitely dark But there’s nothing you can’t see And your changed perspectiv..

The poetry of the dead The eulogy of the living Whispering below the conscious More knowledge has died with them Than will ever live in us..

Darkened Howls lunge riding screams within the wind twirling, rolling tumbling wraith, angry hauntingly pleased tormenting passers-by descen..

Only a dream, like a vision.

The evil council is talking about the events of the world, and their future conquest to bring the world in a second darkness.

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