A crowding of beacons,
Surrounding the beast,
Of a star-lit gaze,
We shall feast.
Collapse of the mind,
Control overthrown,
Laughter a matter,
One outgrown.
The sirens and yells,
Scream in my head,
This beast a cryin',
Dying instead.
A feast shall stop,
To help this thing,
"Please get better,"
We shall sing.
Harmonious we cry,
To the wailing dead,
Beast come alive,
Rest your little head.















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Room Of Glass&Light
I believe in Jesus Christ, He is my saviour, I LOVE HIM and dragons and writing, light and night and fireflies!!!!
Yay those who speak the Old Language, know the secret of whales, talk to the birds and hear the trees!!!
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