Midnight Medieval The Raven


The dead is frozen awake grief defense of hoping bringing calmness offense more sound.
Its intense had it to leave once more elegant.
The last silver gave had of knights and kings during the middle ages.
The evil had crept in dealt some force it wins behind greed in Scotland reign.
The morning sin kept in clouds went to grey covering the green meadow.

It had been still now so many revolutions prepared then battles and conflicts since not gone
over wrong hint.
The decorative chair interest in was the death to the entire world.
I sit in on the throne where I belong in chosen
has gone blind occupied by a sovereign poem motion.

That is so to manage the times of the tides personage on ceremonial occasions that have
been discarded by an artist gallivanting away.
This is to seek to be with the black feather wings of Rheden That Crow.
I am mean and be gratis in the midnight dream taking hold.
The switch dreary castle lifeless of me went out of the ordinary palace.

The demented attached with a witch creative infinity balance.
Who is mad sick?
This one appearing to be talented well equipped hell bent
on vengeance challenging to me some sense of purpose.
That's something different this time around shall begin.

It is from light to type into dark as I write with calcium under layer pain from the Goth talking.
The underscore about my obsession is to be extremely smart.
The dark of them it is her lesser than psychic phenomena.
It is apart from me for her love spelled backwards is evol one will see touched.

This never was sought of the witch claws bring them on.
The grave into my flesh when she hugs me in distress solves.
It is her into my mind the value state of craft that she would expense.

This to be paid in gold into my soul last the
note these had wrote by themselves.

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A cross connection between medieval elements and my current demise for the disregard for existence.