“A song she heard Of cold that gathers,Like winter's tongue among the shadows it rose like blackness In the sky,That on volcano's Vomit rise a stone of ruin from burn to chill, Like black moonrise her voice fell still...”  ― Robert Fanney

“A song she heard Of cold that gathers,Like winter's tongue among the shadows it rose like blackness In the sky,That on volcano's Vomit rise a stone of ruin from burn to chill, Like black moonrise her voice fell still...” ― Robert Fanney

THis reminds me of the Night Circus for some reason...Poppy - already have ideas for Halloween....

THis reminds me of the Night Circus for some reason...Poppy - already have ideas for Halloween....

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