I reset my patient violence, I shall bathe in phosphorus blood, I return to Eden's gate in his arms, black doves and white crows call forth the eve of your demise, I see you through eyes like funeral pyres, may Hircine's sharpest teeth feed my desire for a pound of your flesh.
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The Bardic Book
Fantasycollecting all my poems, odes, lyrics, letters, notes and ect to find in NPC pockets here. if you want to feel the drama from what is essentially burned, stained, folded and torn paper scraps, this is that.
