Святой_Паладин
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Another one of my creations; I always write poems myself...
The moon shattered into fragments,
The fragments turned into a cross,
A dog will lift its muzzle like a wolf
And howl, echoing through the surroundings.
The dead will rise from the night,
A rustling of wings will be heard,
And someone terrifying will laugh
At the bolted doors.
A vampire will kill his bride,
A wicked sorcerer will devour an infant,
At a place cursed by God,
They will find the bodies of seven people.
Naked and in black and white masks.
I don't allow
The moon shattered into fragments,
The fragments turned into a cross,
A dog will lift its muzzle like a wolf
And howl, echoing through the surroundings.
The dead will rise from the night,
A rustling of wings will be heard,
And someone terrifying will laugh
At the bolted doors.
A vampire will kill his bride,
A wicked sorcerer will devour an infant,
At a place cursed by God,
They will find the bodies of seven people.
Naked and in black and white masks.
I don't allow