Post by thegreat on Sept 22, 2004 14:50:54 GMT -5
Dwelling deep within the soul,
there lies a deep black hole.
In this life I can not seem,
to find the stone of one who gleams.
The time of fun is nearly here,
for those who dare not lend me fear.
I am all that dwells within,
spawning from the swells of sin.
What lies beneath will surely die,
this I tell you is no lie.
But what dwells within will always kill,
least the lust for blood you fill.
All things come in time,
and thus the end to this rhym.......
~Note: This is an IC poem that one might find scryned to a wall or something of the sort in or near the kingdom. For further info please refer to the Role Playing board under the thread "He comes".~
there lies a deep black hole.
In this life I can not seem,
to find the stone of one who gleams.
The time of fun is nearly here,
for those who dare not lend me fear.
I am all that dwells within,
spawning from the swells of sin.
What lies beneath will surely die,
this I tell you is no lie.
But what dwells within will always kill,
least the lust for blood you fill.
All things come in time,
and thus the end to this rhym.......
~Note: This is an IC poem that one might find scryned to a wall or something of the sort in or near the kingdom. For further info please refer to the Role Playing board under the thread "He comes".~