Breeze flows threw these torn wings as the rain turns to icey memories of a land forgotten... thy cries.. are drowned by the howling wind that rips threw thy soul...
Oh what poisonous words come from the lips of the serpent... a trickster in flesh...drawing one in and then toss one aside as if one was never even there...
What lies within the shadows is our darkest desires... take thy hand and I shall lead you into a world of shadow..where light shalt pinitrate..
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