The will

by AndreaS   Jan 25, 2006


The will of one man so quiet and yet in the scourer upon his face sends an Erie chill not uncommon to his shadows place in which it stands alone as he is lurking in the shadows graves. But upon such an encounter I have come to find if light breaks through the darkness than it shall be no more. For than on.

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