The air chills upon entering As hollow air follows behind
Counteraction
This life is a curse That I hope to find
Mischief’s Afoot
Bats flying free When witches cackle Fill the night
By Kel Dayheart
The air chills upon entering As hollow air follows behind
This life is a curse That I hope to find
Bats flying free When witches cackle Fill the night
Fragment of a Figment 