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Druidess SS11

 

 

“From the panes a green mist swirls
Is it a shadow of reflection
This apparition in moon beams bathed
A voice like wind through trees beckons
 
Cool rain on hot summer stone
The odor fills my presence
Of freshly dug grave and death and night
These things are Her essence
Nocturnal Mistress, Spirit Lover”
 
Haunted by Peter Steele, Type O Negative

An ethereal eulogy in shape and form for a great mind.

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