

The MoorIt was dawn when at last I slept After that night upon the moor And in my silent slumber, I fancied Something lingered by the door. What figment lingered I knew not, But soon my nervous feet found the floor And on tiptoe quietly I stepped And cracked open the door. But no one and nothing was without, Save the mounted head of a boar, Whose ghastly tusked visage entreated That I look upon it no more. And so I retreated from the hall And locked shut the oaken door, When I saw some ill shape 'gainst the darken'd wall, And stood frozen to the core. TendThe Moor
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A flickering flame so serene
Devours the night so we could see
The fear we hold on to so strong
can you give the price please
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im tired.......
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im tired.......
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Faith in humanity points: 120 out of 365
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"Si vas a dudar de algo, duda de tus limites."
Great model, its scary accurate.
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"Death has no friend but Time.
(so remember) Time is on his side, not ours."
~IIIXII
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