AMONGST CARPATHIA It was a cold beautiful night As the raven flew over the Mountains of Carpathia I walk the streets alone Through the snow… The raven perched upon barbed gates Squaws to the midnight sky Peering at the raven His eyes of sadness Were genuine to his fierce and gothic nature
Reason for writing:
my latest
Birth sign: Leo
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