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Marked I dream of raven wings, of the sound of hoofbeats echoing through the dark, a shadow swooping down leaving me no escape, I turn to face a spear pointed straight at my heart and prepare for my fate. The blade cuts into flesh but does not spill heart-blood - not today, no, not yet - satisfied now to carve a mark through skin and pain down to my very soul, and whirl away again to leave me standing there anticipating the final, fatal thrust that I know now awaits me. © M. C. Daimler Back to : [ by Theme ] [ by Author ] [ by Title ]
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