Robert Fanney  - Quotes

 A song she heard

Of cold that gathers

Like winter's tongue

Among the shadows

It rose like blackness

In the sky

That on volcano's

Vomit rise

A Stone of ruin

From burn to chill

Like black moonrise

Her voice fell still...
 

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