Friday, February 24, 2012

Drunken Ageless Son

Hooligans strike in the middle of the night,
scare the hell the midnight owls,

they haven't seen the dangerous fellas,
holding a bottle of blood,
the blood of the black sorcerer,

they have learned nothing from the past,
how did they missed that?
have they bitten off more than they can chew?

a second they thought they had the answer,
until the arrogant is dissapeared.

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