Ancient one sleeping, waiting to rise When earth's power bleeds sacred red The mark strikes true; Queen Tsi Sgili will devise He shall be washed from his entombing bed Through the hand of the dead he is free Terrible beauty, monstrous sight Ruled again they shall be Women shall kneel to his dark might Kalona's song sounds sweet As we slaughter with cold heat
P. C. CastSometimes the people closest to you betray you, and your home isn't a place you can be happy anymore.
P. C. CastBat, pigeon, ravens - I don't care about distinctions right now. Any fluttery, flappy thing is not cool with me.
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