aye brother how goes it?
from whence come you?
from up north brother to count the shadows awaiting you
cold crossed my soul and I knew it was you
are you yet ready to see my face anew?
free from chains with a war growl
brothers prepare your minds we are at war
interesting your need of me
where is your sting you are yet quiet in all your glorying
it is a bitter thing to swallow ones pride
laying aside the sharpest blade...the tongue
I give you leave have your say
utter those dark enchantments over me
and walk the other way
or will ye wait on my last breath
no small thing, when a whisper becomes a shout
Rated for Mature(17+)
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Summary:
a conversation between two immortals
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Another excellent write with great dialogue my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian