Holly Blue

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The branches of withered petals and fallen leaves,were surrounded with the songs of prophetic crows.The sang of the century’s crimes and poetic thieves,The sang of the decadence wi thin the shadows.But the verses are reborn, and the crows still sing.They sing of glory in the spring,Of the rise of an empire, the birth of a King,Of the abounding change they will bring. By Emidaka Rapsang Show more