blood pouring from calloused hands
breaths ease in apathy .
not for lost chains nor bane
nor wretched stench of slain foes bruised and battered. ominous dark mist rises into the light of the moon as this wolf licks his broken cloven paws.. a beast of the night curling up in calm .
Saturday, October 16, 2010
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