"Cold Valley" by Kiume

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<--Kiume's Poetic Spasm

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Wisps of grey veils of thin lace part to pour a cold fiery rain, its drops pooling on the wide valley floor. The pale face of a woman peers through the roaming mist of broken columns her dark hair sparkling with golden glitter and blanketing the world in a chilling calm. From the frostbitten halls of stone come the voices of wild angels, their hollow songs call to those that have gone, their words echoing in the wind. Those who remain heed their mellow chorus and tremble in awe of the harbingers’ melody. Their heralding cries tell of a flickering moment like prints in the snow lost to the night ‘til by morning to vanish in a blanket of white. Its mark on the world as a leaf in the autumn too soon whisked away to the pale woman’s light.

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<--Kiume's Poetic Spasm

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