The velvet moon howls into the autumn sky, but no sound departs from my pale lips, clouds are forming above my humble abode, yet the storm rages on in within, lightning engulfs the sky with it's corrupted presense, my curtains of shadows block out it's essense, demons call their wings of stone to desicrate the land, but it is my soul that they destroy, the rain shines down to the thirsting earth bellow, yet I am the one who needs the relief, a stale breeze blows through the willow trees on the hillside, and I am the one who falls, the storm has come to cleanse the earth of it's evil, taking with it my love of pain, clouds are scattered about the crimson sky above, as are my thoughts of what is real...Birth sign: Aries
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