Sixteenth moons, Sixteenth moons
Now has come the day you fear,
Claim or be Claimed,
Shed blood, shad tear,
Moon or Sun-destroy, revere.
frome the book Beautiful creatures
Sixteen moons, sixteen years
sixteen times you dreamed my fears,
Sixteen will try to bind the spheres,
Sixteen screams but just one hears...
Sixteen moons, sixteen years
The claimin moon, the hour nears,
in these pages darkness clears,
Power bind what fire sears...
from the book Beautiful creatures
The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to break free from the abyss and move silently among us.
~we are living in the darkness we hate the day we are hunting in the night, take your children away, your blood is our pleasure we want your soul, you will never die as a child of the night~
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