Phantom night, by adam greenleaf |
Dance with the phantom,heart black as coal inside there is a jewel,a stone of vaule flawless. They say the phantom cries,his sob like the chill of the night a mist that hover over the dreamy country side. |
Posted: 2009-08-16 23:01:20 UTC |
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