4 November 2012
The forest called to them Stranded and twisted these spirits of chaos. The shadows and light a symphony wonderful in its balance tonight. Being a group of beings in the meadow of the reaping, caused Alpha of the red ..reason for dread. Not last tide, but the third before, a willow did speak of a soon stirring war. Opposing sides sat once in eternal silent struggle, now once woken start to boil and bubble. Not a breathe after the thought was it before the sirens wailed a call,
So loud it seemed like silence . So tremendous chaotic beings could feel the violence.
Where do they go Those stuck in the meadow... Who cares? Who shares? Who's heart is full and mellow?
Forest Whispers Chaos • Opuss № I