In the green hills, a shadow soul lies.
Forgotten in hearkening, forgotten through the skies.
The silent reminiscence and echoing emotion,
As the lone wolf is now in motion.
Amarok, Fenrir, Mac Tire, Connor,
I lay in waiting to sustain your honor.
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My Inner Darkness
HorrorI've written Stories and poems before and in this book, there will be tantalizing tales that will be up to you to decide it's fate.
