Dance of FrightDance of FrightDance of Fright
The light sinks low across the land Midnight spirits unite A fire burns bright by lake and wood Made for a dance of fright
Spirits take up their flutes of bone And harps of moonlight It begins slow, gathering speed Made for a dance of fright
The monotonous chant begins Its low beat sang with might as darkness falls and spirits weave Made for a dance of fright
The light sinks low across the land Midnight spirits unite A fire burns bright by lake and wood Made for a dance of fright
Part3of3 The Assassin - StoryA Heart of Surrender Sweat beaded his forehead, trickling down his face like spiders falling from above, suspended by silver threads as they glistened in the light. The small window that sat above the bed was uncovered by curtain or drape and sunlight shone through the glass unhindered. Waking slowly, Tor sat up, wincing in pain. His body was sore, unbearably so, and his head throbbed, slightly blurring his vision. His heart still raced in his chest as he recalled what he thought was a nightmare.Part3of3 The Assassin - Story
“The devil, I made a pact with the devil… I was in hell. I was in hell because I… was murdered.” He fum
Part2of3 The Assassin - PoemDescent into HellPart2of3 The Assassin - Poem
Through time and space his soul so sought its core Unconscious effort seeking a release This hell is real, but life he will implore
Years after torture’s harm, his soul begged for a second chance at life. Devil’s showpiece. Through time and space his soul so sought its core
The kaleidoscopic pain was no folklore His soul is Satan’s and the fight won’t cease This hell is real, but life he will implore
This man defined by hate breathed life no more Instead, pain has changed the way he sees. Through tim
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