A Dream of Wolves in the Snow..
Oh, listen to them
The children of the night
What sweet music they make
May dreams be brought that I might reach
The gentle strains of midnight speech
And frozen stars that gild the forest floor
Through the swirling snow
Volkh's children come
To run with me
To hunt as one
To snatch the lambs of Chr*st
From where they fall..
lil idiot, man, 37 jaar
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