..and in the darkest depths, the child woke up..
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Symbolically for 2019, the roundup is late. But then, better late than never right!
The Broken Host..
The Walking Silver City..
What used to be the greatest of men, now only a twisted form of what or who they were, driven only by a primal force…
The Silver City that Walks..
In the shadow of titans that dims the sunshine of our day,
In the pale light of the Moon I play the game of you…
Worlds have passed and so too has time
My slumber now disturbed
This place of hate, thy worlds shall burn
The Silver Tower of Proditor walks..
Time sure flies by fast cause it is “that” time again!