ClanLasombra

Promising are the whispers of the night wind Enchanting are the melodies of the dark waters The soft breath of the wind encircling the body The earth has grown silent No sound from the stone Beneath the feet only steady vibrations reflecting the rhythm of darkness Longing for something intangible Yet there are forms in the dark -shadows without light blackness flowing near A kiss of black fire embraced in the arms of death Held aloft by the thousand arms of the night