It was here I was born While the stars held their breaths After ages of pseudo-presence I climbed the final steps Up from deep beneath the shores Eieth no longer sleeping gal Thus alive and the stillness Only to be broken by whispers Towards the moon Bloodred from the Unborn Ones cries That will not be silenced or rest Forever more and awaken not To paint in blanks or wither Beauty blinding no more than the whole is less now We see clearly what was not there The prey become predator...
Hugi notar vefkökur til að bæta notendaupplifun á vefsíðunni og greina umferð um hana.
Einnig hefur Hugi uppfært persónuverndarstefnu sína. Skoðaðu stefnuna hér..
