“moonlight descends in spiral cones; drink the blood from a unicorn horn; stoke the ashes of the funeral pyre; lust and magic our hearts desire; Within this maze we’ve drawn the rune; Satan now grants us our due” Reply or Add to this Story ↓
Night has settled into a furtive apprehension before dawn. The sun will bring redemption & change. Reply or Add to this Story ↓
A snowstorm has downed the power lines. Overnight, Ms.Noir huddles around a candle for warmth. In the morning, she naps in a sunbeam. Reply or Add to this Story ↓
The possessed Furby prays to the lord of darkness for freedom from playing Simon Says Reply or Add to this Story ↓
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“moonlight descends in spiral cones; drink the blood from a unicorn horn; stoke the ashes of the funeral pyre; lust and magic our hearts desire; Within this maze we’ve drawn the rune; Satan now grants us our due”
Night has settled into a furtive apprehension before dawn. The sun will bring redemption & change.
A snowstorm has downed the power lines. Overnight, Ms.Noir huddles around a candle for warmth. In the morning, she naps in a sunbeam.
The possessed Furby prays to the lord of darkness for freedom from playing Simon Says