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by Gregory W Golden Dec 1, 2006 category : Dark, fantasy / fantasy, mystical
On the broken backs of cold mountains, Dreams fall to the ground like autumn leaves, Haunted maple trees take Flight above the mountain ridge, like starless vultures Underneath the gray moonlight, sharp daggers clash and cling from the Devil's army marching through the gates Centurion eyes as cold as steel watch the colossal hydra spray poisonous venom everywhere, anywhere, always, guarding the river to Hades