At hollows hill

In the darkest of nights the cats meow and the snakes hiss while fates untimely eyes are fixated on the guiltiest of thee.  As the time goes by the days of the untimely last beat of ones heart does fail to compare to the sight in the rooms at hollows hill.
Mighty is the time of the carporal that's due.  Reap the morale oas ever the dews drops from the glistening follows of deepened sorrow.