| #3: Rabbit Reaper An essence of the night was promoted by the moon, Then a shadow stained the ground, lifelessly attune. A rabbit with a desire, had roamed around the land, Until its cold and broken scythe fell from its hand. The heart of this poor creature was stolen long ago, Leaving him with sadness, now all he'll ever know. Only a taster. 5th September 2007 |
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