Date Posted:06:12:25 01/27/02 Sun Author: Fear Author Host/IP: 211.216.216.90 Subject: .. colloquise ..
.. Silent stalker of the night prowls 'bout desolate scenary of domain o' colloquialism. Sable dreads interwine with wind, as solitary figure o' demoness plagues desolate surroundings. Silence curses air, and soil, no sound from earhtly specimens nor such from those of sky. The silence and the wind, ahh, how I rejoice in solitude. The passion burning deep within veins o' darkened she, the passion to kill. The taste of blood, the screaming and of the torture. Fine veneer o' placid state maintained quite well, for it has been long since I have seen the blood that stains the virgin soil. The time will come ..
