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Twilight of the Raven God
In the distance I see him there,
smile spreading cross face,
hate and fire filled eyes,
he will be my demise.
With a mighty roar,
he advances.
Earth shaking as he sprints,
My fate is sealed.
I spur my steed,
Steel my nerves,
Focus my eye on the Wolf,
Knowing I will die,
I am calm.
My aim is true,
I throw the Swaying One,
and the Wolf yelps in fury.
Blinded is he,
by spear an...
Tuesday 26th May 2015 3:17 am
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