Cold haunted night, by YoungGirlBigEmotions |
The strike of lightening, the roar of thunder, the howl of wind awakens those from down under, the darkness of the sky the crunching of the leaves, tonight ghostly figures dance around the menacing trees, the changing in the atmosphere the gloomy silence all around with just the whispers of spirits waiting to be found. |
Posted: 2010-11-07 16:34:24 UTC |
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2011-01-29 20:21:05 | !!! A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD !!! |
this is good i really like how it all comes together |