The Black Sheep
Mist and bones Death and souls Where the black river flows A realm known as the underworld Damnation awaits?A heroes fate.
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Mist and bones Death and souls Where the black river flows A realm known as the underworld Damnation awaits?A heroes fate.
Chapter IV - An Unexpected Visitor I was awoken at 6AM to the sound of my phone ringing, "hello" I answerd, "Dispatch; threre is a murder scene on the corner of 8th and Main, Appartment block 2593,...
Red feathered wings spread out in an arc as I tumble and fall in the endless dark, Through clouds and heavenly crowds of white angels standing proud, Where I had dared to speak among the scared - To...
As Detective Wood awoke the next morning, his mental to do list bustled around in his head.
The black cave walls dripped icy water that splattered to the earth breaking the eerie silence. Inky water slithered in through the winding rock passages.
#nightdwellers I've never felt so alone. Although I'm not on my own. Surround by people... yet here I am, The only one stood still in the sea of the damned.
Mirror me in the mirror Room blanketed in black Gonna make things appear clearer He'll thank me when I'm back A trick from the past I'll try More than your basic scry A peer into how and...
Jeg troede aldrig jeg skulle dø sådan her, kniven der ramte mit bryst gav en javrene smerte jeg aldrig har følt før mit hoved landte jorden men...sjovt nok følte jeg lettelse over endelig få fred fra...
I leapt across the styx, leering at its feebleness. I had simply made my anchor to mortality a lock of my jet black hair.
Listen to my sweet, sweet song As I beatify the Land of the Dead With my ditties and tunes for you, m'lord To save my love who was sped.
So, with no plan formed, aching body, ringing ears and a gun that I knew would probably be no use, I reached out and took hold of the door handle.
Underworld king & queen, Stuck in the underworld, inferno, hell itself, Do not stop for death only stop for her, Cries of the dead a lullaby in our head, Ummmmmm Our discreet secret desires, Raven...
I was only picking flowers Just minding my own way, Artemis and Athena, In the meadow we did play. I was quite a catch you know, Apollo, Hermes as my suitors.
The Gates of Hell where open, as I followed her sweet scent. The flames where all around me, as through the gates I went. I did not follow Dante, I did not follow Heracles.