Awakenings Of The Arcane
By sidewinder
Fiendish fortresses touch in the pits of hell, a finale page in the eternal blood war which rages on, That stench of burning flesh where the dying & clashing of blades torment those hearts in a masquerade of time, Those damned souls cringe in anguish, Shadows play in the shroud of night, Ascensions rise in mystical expressions, Diablerie held from clan to clan, Those nightmares that rise & chill a soul, Forever damning those haunted eyes, Look for those dark secrets and the beast that roars in a taste of blood, Awakenings of the arcane where the soul is corrupted bit by bit, Somehow humanity is lost, And a childe of Cain is born, Those whispers of horror reign in an incantation of death, Met in a smile of those who are embraced and prefer the night to day. Feb. 18, 2001 Written February 19th, 2002 © on Jun 03 2002 08:24 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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