Fate

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Posted Tue Feb 03, 2009 12:42 am...
Im just curious to where followers practice.
This is general question, cause im just curious to where we practice.
I personally found a nice park on base, and since lights out isnt till 2300,
I usually go there with my friends GRaham and Jourden.
We spend and hour out there usually.
Its got a few oak trees surrounding a nice patch of grass And since the wintertime is beautiful for moonlight,
well lets just say its serene. A nice break from the hustle and bustle haha. COuld use some rose bushes =]
Anybody care to share?
This is general question, cause im just curious to where we practice.
I personally found a nice park on base, and since lights out isnt till 2300,
I usually go there with my friends GRaham and Jourden.
We spend and hour out there usually.
Its got a few oak trees surrounding a nice patch of grass And since the wintertime is beautiful for moonlight,
well lets just say its serene. A nice break from the hustle and bustle haha. COuld use some rose bushes =]
Anybody care to share?
"The Spirits have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
Commands creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company"
"The Fall of the House of Bathory"
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
Commands creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company"
"The Fall of the House of Bathory"














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