Graysith
Chosen Daughter
Member # 27
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posted 09-17-2001 05:16 PM
     
In the deep of our Pain
And the Dark of our Cry,
I arise
And Listen
to the sounds and feelings of the Night.
Unbearable tymphanies pounding,
to stir the soul
with rhythms newly forged
Of Blood and Death and Treachery.In the deeps of my Pain,
I withhold my great Cry,
and let rise
a Mission,
seeking surcease in quenching this Night.
My own heart its tymphanies swelling,
My own soul:
an iron-clad Will, to squelch
This Blood and Death and Treachery. -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
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