A long time it has been,
Sloth is often vilified, what a sin!
The singing siren calls upon me once more,
What does her lustful praise offer me to adore?
She grabs me and drags to a dense fog,
My, she's wrapped around me like a panting dog!
But what she seeks is not my love,
She only seeks my attention.
So siren do I beckon you,
And hold you again in pure rupturing hue,
May I paint you in colors of the crackling arks!
May I tear you asunder with my pondering arts!
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Stories from the Barad
ParanormalHere, I have decided to provide short stories each separated by a page. They will range to the first walkers of the Barad, to the walkers now in the Barad. It will also include some hidden background information on the most ominous characters of my...
