Sunday, December 26, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
You held us that night
in silver arms
A web of silver
moving like a snake
It's warm here and
it's dry
but things are moving
on their own
Some power pushes this
into that
And we can only wonder
The gods here carry thunder
and judge things as they wish
But none can really understand
what spell makes them real
in silver arms
A web of silver
moving like a snake
It's warm here and
it's dry
but things are moving
on their own
Some power pushes this
into that
And we can only wonder
The gods here carry thunder
and judge things as they wish
But none can really understand
what spell makes them real
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