When the moon is grinning, looking like a bowl of milk
Wednesday night, Henderson
wizards held captive the fishes of dreaming, souls that had circled their fortress for years
I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
the moon in the water
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Let sleeping demons lie.