My platform tomb
From sorcerers within: your deadly doom we wilted, waiting for your train to leave. A panting breath we heard its hiss of fumes you clung to life in pain, I […]
Daily Archives: April 26, 2015
The poison spell
The darkness lurking deep among the pines is that the poison spell that filled your veins? or dead canaries in the depth of mines? The rays to cure became our […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 