Transylvanian nights

Transcontinental travel brings us to this place you are not supposed to write about however persistence runs through your veins of emptiness. Bilious nature shows nothing to the full moon hanging so low and ominous orange behind the black clouds. Beaming, lustrous, shining, glowing the wolfs howl and the derangement persists, loving loneliness begs for an end to tepid depression, sadness.

Cheer up, fine piecemeal will accompany your hellish trip and pure agony of the phantom petition phase. Reverence brought renown persuasion. The black horse canters over dark rocky trails, branches hang just over head. Cloaked figure holds the reins as he rides a yowl of absolute terror accompanies him where ever you may roam.

Old castle rises up from the darkness candle lit openings in the stone lumina ting invitation from the elements. Explosion of deep sound the knocking makes. Loud creaking of rusty un-oiled metal. Zealot of the night and yearning for young regret as they give in the quickest. Dine on the remiss destroyed lives of the lost. Impure levy has been paid, go home to the liar begin touching how ludicrous.