Drawing in first breath to subdue the light and encourage the shroud of night, a torch of unknown source or reason is seen in the distance floating as if upon the mist of the moors. The moon it is not, but the glow of a Banshee traveling towards a resting village nestled in the cool of midnight. Tonight a soul is to pass from all that is known to a world filled with ill-defined shadow-like mysteries. A place we all will visit in due time. For whom is this the night to be guided by the light that shows the path through a world we know only to abandoned those who follow into darkness upon reaching the eternal gathering? The glow... it grows brighter as it nears, for it is I and tonight I am to ride by the torch of the Banshee.
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I absolutely love your work, FM!!! I added your official link to Corvidae. Keep posting!
Thank you so much! You are way cool to say that!! I love your work as well. Its good to draw a bit from all we meet.)))
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