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4 years ago
1. Bolstered by such yearnings I cannot say. But the wretched song deep in the night I have always wondered, Why does she scream?
I can see her yellow eyes still, like a torch in the mist, calling me, us!! To such a blasphemous sight. The rumble of the cat. It's sweet demenour, black fur and eldricht walk. Slowly moving upon the piano. Disconant ivory hitting the strings. Madness inducing, I shall sing and fall into her sweet embrace.
Publisher note: Mr Cunnigham was found dead in Killinans Asylum of the Criminal Insane.
2. The dead mans hand.
I found a decrepit hand in a small box. I wondered why such a macabre relic would found itself in my lordships hold. I asked my master of such, but he dismissed it. So one late night I heard the delicate writinf coming from the room nearby. When I entered the writing stopped.
Next to a parchment of paper, goose pen, ink dipped. On the floor nearby, the hand outside... the words on spoke " 1673 the year I was born"
I can see her yellow eyes still, like a torch in the mist, calling me, us!! To such a blasphemous sight. The rumble of the cat. It's sweet demenour, black fur and eldricht walk. Slowly moving upon the piano. Disconant ivory hitting the strings. Madness inducing, I shall sing and fall into her sweet embrace.
Publisher note: Mr Cunnigham was found dead in Killinans Asylum of the Criminal Insane.
2. The dead mans hand.
I found a decrepit hand in a small box. I wondered why such a macabre relic would found itself in my lordships hold. I asked my master of such, but he dismissed it. So one late night I heard the delicate writinf coming from the room nearby. When I entered the writing stopped.
Next to a parchment of paper, goose pen, ink dipped. On the floor nearby, the hand outside... the words on spoke " 1673 the year I was born"
