You were the first shadow. The omen unleashing a slow destruction of angels. With a cord that ties the contrary winds.
You were the first shadow. The omen unleashing a slow destruction of angels. With a cord that ties the contrary winds.
The words don't fit. They rarely do.
By Tom Merriman
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Oloriel's Truth
Your words and images are spectacular. I love reading everything you write! xox
Thank you so much!