Mar 14, 2005 01:29
i stabbed the winner of the night. They fell in a whisper and gathered on ther simple thoughts and silenced anger. Only one was left to courage there might on the small fortress. A gathering of tears and speed to walk on. tThe tower layu to the east with its great flag perched on the highest top.
A grave sight to see
And even though it gave great warning
here we come to thee