Imperfect Soul

The deathly few that haunt me still
That creep and skulk to feign a chill
We fight, we few of holy sin
We suffer all to kill our kin
We venture forth to lands of light
To lands of leaf and endless spite
What do we say to those that wish
To those that want to know the way
We say to them there are no fish
In waters that were dry today

Waters flow into the river
Of blood, of night

And so we quiver….

Gabriel Michael Rain Veihalis

“The King has returned….”

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