The awakening
Those sharpened thorns, Stung me. I shivered in pain, and Opened my eyes from the quiet sleep. In those frightened eyes I saw my own proud shadow Walking in the dark street, between Two great stalking towers.
Dale Chou 1999-06-03
Those sharpened thorns, Stung me. I shivered in pain, and Opened my eyes from the quiet sleep. In those frightened eyes I saw my own proud shadow Walking in the dark street, between Two great stalking towers.
Dale Chou 1999-06-03