Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Whispers of a Warrior Poet

Down beneath the freezing waters lie an
Evil unspeakable, waiting in the darkness for the one,
A prince of bloodless descent and limitless power
Twelve millennia he has awaited the return of the prince
Hoping for the day, he would be free to strike his vengence.

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