Darkened clouds turn souls red.
Sorrow filled eyes become like blackened sea.
Cries of pain are that of souls lost to the forgotten.
Surrounded by shadows that creep through mist.
Find yourself within woods of ancient creation.
Creatures of darkness do rome here be weary of your footing.
Blood of mortal,blood of beast mingling as one.
Ancient right, time has come.
The path of new life, old to young.
Power abound, magic is the source.
Beast be the maker.
Blood is the key.
May 6, 2022
May 6, 2022 at 2:36 PM UTC
Darkened clouds turn souls red.
Sorrow filled eyes become like blackened sea.
Cries of pain are that of souls lost to the forgotten.
Surrounded by shadows that creep through mist.
Find yourself within woods of ancient creation.
Creatures of darkness do rome here be weary of your footing.
Blood of mortal,blood of beast mingling as one.
Ancient right, time has come.
The path of new life, old to young.
Power abound, magic is the source.
Beast be the maker.
Blood is the key.
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