I have spake of The Amranth long ago...in electric whispers..haunting rooms in a corridor. I have taken The road less fare and come to bridges Of damascas..along a path righteous i have found much. Voices...snow falling..The flames that fell like tears..oh so long ago. White flowers tolling death to old Manwinter. Ah, so long ago i kissed a broken glass heart and she withered. SpringBlood! Fresh and flowing thru there beautiful palors. Divinty and iniquity. Blood flows down from The mountains and steppes where i walked in carpath. Now i am known as WhiteOwl..eyes of a crow with a doves heart that bears the fruit of The Mount. I have walked ever and anon...alas..alas i have come to wander again along paths intrepid and dark, but I see well enough in the shade.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 03:38:47 +0000