the Dark Gift II
The kiss of Desire and the touch of Death merged and fused in the forges of Hell... creating, remaking, merging, and changing... and the red moon awakens and the wolves start to sing their song of doom a lonely cry, of pain; of fright Death comes to comfort me with a hug - tight Gentle embrace filled with a gift of second sight a union of fire and ice... Shailey Lawes (inspired by the old 80s cartoon Fire and Ice - yes I am a nerd) Sign in to see full entry.