A pall of dread hangs heavy in the air, The ramparts creak, a fortress in despair. The churchyard stirs, where weathered tombstones weep, Disturbed from rest, forgotten spirits creep. From moonlit graves, a spectral host ascends, Their tattered fo…
In a once quiet and peaceful evening Camouflaged men came marching Across the woods, under the moonlight Towards a furious, incessant fight. Scattered gleam of red laser lights Oust a shine of silver moonlight. Instead of hearing the crickets…
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