The Final Hour
Death's claws are closing by
Soaring above mountins high
A soothing wind hugged the night
while moonlight kissed the oceans bright
an eerie scent ,rains of blood
thunder roared as lightning struck
Silence closing in on me
Close my eyes so I can see
by
amanewbieposted on 04/23/2008
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