Midnight Moon
By Night lord
A shadowed mind a heart hard to find. For shadows with erie gloom, and echoing silence foretells, of impending doom. Dark Angel of souls eyes onyx like coal. Talend hands rip at empty air, tearing raw flesh to bare. Dark Angel flap your wings soon, and soar high into the Midnight Moon. Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 08:13 AM PST, Michael Jason Tester 18 • 0 • 13
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"A shadowed mind..."