Dance of the Doom Dirge

It’s a scary shadow Walking determinedly Down a dark hallway With dim backlights His terrifying mind Gears are visibly Twisting, thinking Gears are churning Through the black Slag of his intent In his skull This horrifyingly Capable man Black clad Every heavy step On the ground Makes it kneel As he passes Stone hot driveContinue reading “Dance of the Doom Dirge”

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