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Gangrel Whelp August 15, 2006, 06:39:pm
Around and around the mist did stir,
Till in first light all But one did burn.
And from the ashes of those he fought,
he rose again.
Under the moons first shimmering light.
The beast chewing at the mind of this man,
flung unknowing into a darker world --
where the shadows them selves do crawl,
Upon the skins of the sleeper.
so they might seep and leak,
into the purest of twisted minds.
to bring forth into darkness,
even darker nightmares to fill --
This New world,
unto which, with the beasts wide eyes a young man now does stare
acidic Venom of its will-- Upon his frail young mind --
does drip slowly burning away the man,
leaving only beast, and the marks upon the shells flesh
that once divided him from the flock.
 hellflame3000 · Wed Aug 16, 2006 @ 01:43am · 0 Comments |
