- The full moon shines at the mid' of night, I howl as a shot rings from my right. As blood trickles to my paw, a banshee screams as sharp as claws. A large man laughed as I whimpered that night, for I cried with grim and fright, and that was the last thing I heard, before my body was left to the birds.
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- | Submitted on 04/04/2009 |
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- Title: Dead By Night
- Artist: seawolf567
- Description: It's bacicly death from the wolf's point of veiw.
- Date: 04/04/2009
- Tags: dead night
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- blade_child_rio-san - 04/06/2009
- awesome, this sounds irish, except it's spelled bean sidhe (that's how it is spelled in my book)...
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