Day break upon the earth, and sunlight's first breath, we shed the skin of taint, to awaken unaware of nocturnal activity. Choking on the ashes of sun rise, left in the wake of tomoorow's calling, contemplating the bigger of two sorrows, found in the settled dust of yesterday's graveyard. We calulate the destructive ways of what could have been that never was. But what if the weak could stand up and fight, lingering in the shadow of the moon, the glint of teeth, and the rush of blood, monsters of our fantasy, an excuse for man's own natural madness? Shall the meak really inherit the earth? When such beasts of myth lies in all of us, waiting to be awaken.
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Elvish how to speak and write it
The portal to fantasy
Brethren of the night
My Madness
