Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Resounding casading waves crashing upon shifting sands. A mortal fool's toil on wanderlusting soil. Dancing mirrors with lies, hazy mirages carry deceit. Words that hold no meaing and pacts that dance with nimble feet. A weeping widow upon an ailing balcony stand, the glow of a lucent beam watches with malicious intent. Streets where hollow orphans cry and callow jesters dance. Sanity mugged and saints bleed holy blood.

A world where Darkness grips, where Darkness no longer exists due to the lack of light, but light becomes an absence of the Darkness itself.


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