Souls for the Taking
Souls for the Taking
without personal regards
was walking alone into the dark.
with his secrets did he creep.
A black raven as companion
though he needed a guide no more
A satchel in each hand
gripped as if both made of gold.
In truth they are worth so much more
Tags: cards, fates, gambling, journey, lament, raven
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6:20 AM on November 27th, 2010
Thanks for sharing, i was thinking about you the other day. I thought I would leave my first comment