Dwelling in the Fullmoon Forests - Striborg

Striborg The Ghostly Pallid Hand of Fear Lost in the void of fog clad mountain range Far away from the pestilence of mankind Hidden in the trees of secrets and

Ghostly pale in the glow of the trees Haunted by spirits of the past Hovering cold mist covering the air With the cackle of the crones in darkness A suffocating

The long pale mist hovers over the headstones Upon my lonely walk amongst the graves The cold of night freezing my veins Of those lost and forgotten Sad is the