The Jackal was Screaming for Me even though I could not hear Him I knew I heard His oppression roaming with every dead that posed as a glimpse to His Heir for when can I hace a sip of His blood with a convincing brow onlys to be crossed whit evenry turn He made for the canister was always full of unquenched fruition to the blasted came one home that it would rest persistence roars with one snarl contemplating that it had to be the only way for no Man can pass Me and My guards that ran drunk jealousy drive for the night just started and the day would never show you as Chief but tonight Youre at best when You are swept by Her calls to hear Her voice over the brags of your unconfessed confused bire to know the scene

Smells throughout the land of brim impossible these cant be the dying days of everything we knowed but knew even that was a lie it was dramatic fire that caught every in its suicidal path the way it was wistful yet blissed and blessed

Mother was at the window and so was sister there for a rehash the madam as that princess was walking without her demons that were haunting her dreams and cares when the demon left it didn't go far vowing revenge on all that opposed darketh warrior knights and dragons