Saturday, March 6, 2004
Wolf Moon howling down upon my place of rest
bringing strange dreams and stragled screams into a world the Dark Lord blest the Night Riders prowl The Great Hunt rides and Gaia hunts the Prince of Tides through the thickets at the edge of time the tatooed strangers roll in the grass making love with viper and asp the wind blows down sings of...
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