Ghosts of Dead Birds

A shadowy figure, hidden behind the doorIt was cold and stormy and windy quiteA candle at the back whisperedAnd the light that flickered came to a haltFootsteps echoed with creaking noiseLike déjà vu, the darkness consumed As it drew near, they kept a tight scoreNot one but two ravens, kept their sightSomething peculiar about this... Continue Reading →

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