Ancient times when witchcraft stories were told
Shimmers of invocation far and near , behold...
ROBERT FROST
Some say the world will end in fire...
He stands alone in a quiet village,
a village that knows no fear...
As the world shifts to night
a creature wakes to bring the blight...
Fallen, fallen, is Insanity the great
millions cry as he wakes...
The words, they fail to find me,
thou out in teh open i stand...
This is a story, not a poem. Its for Creative...
His hands were thick, his fingers big and beefy...
Come, my love
And take the wings of night...
All is numb in this world called home. Nothing...
The full moon is rising
high above the treetops...
Light descends to darkness
The luminousness of the moon...
In ancient times past
In the halls of all races...