THE DARK LORD STALKS
THE DARK LORD STALKS The gold mist sings; her comely gaze thrills A host of shades crafts runes and spells. Gales part her drapes; whines blast the hush ash hoods fall dead; fangs glint to snarl. Void eyes shoot rays; my soul sinks wan a hiss rips flesh; I whirl past stars. My body leaks slime; the... Sign in to see full entry.