The gust has hushed,
The candlelit torches
As demons down there,
Are stripped to bare
The Omens have rung,
The bell in the tower
A change is summoning,
An evil of old power.
The gust has hushed,
The candlelit torches
As demons down there,
Are stripped to bare
The Omens have rung,
The bell in the tower
A change is summoning,
An evil of old power.
Great piece! Love the art, too.
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Thank you so much!
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God, I just love all your work!
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I am overjoyed to hear that! Thank you!
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