Those That Wander
By sidewinder
Those that wander touch those times where blood treads in the glimpse of an eye, Dangerous in that game, Lying to the liars, Tricking the tricksters, Feel thy darkness! Centuries of hate! Gleefully receiving those curses of the damned, Cunning... What is thou secret? Can you see beyond that lie held only by the jester's smile? Blood on blood, An invitation to the masquerade, The inquisition seems only like the beginning, What is thy horror that rages on? Oct. 20, 2001 Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 03:40 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn dark
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"Those that wander..."