Faith in Others
Raven Claws
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws. JM
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Monday, December 29, 2014
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken.
A light from the shadow shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."
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