Hmm... what is this? Practice space for developing writing skills... The venting and ranting forum of the shadowy depths of my soul... My reaching hand to the hurting world that we might come together over the pure feelings of anguish and apathy that the world does not give outlet to other than in the form of repentance or charity (that which they encourage) or in the form of rage (that which is frowned upon). Here creativity sparks, like an old flint. Maybe yours will spark too...
新月
On the new moon Darkened shadows hide blood and life. On the new moon Alleyways echo the thieves' tune, The Elven King chooses his wife And all is lost to vicious strife In new moon darkness.
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