Widow on the tree
Affliction of the beast.Cast stale winds in the night.Silk,a beautiful entrapment of the soul,and no creature nor fowl inhabits her existence. Troubled, sets the dust that trembles at her feet. She's dangling as she creeps, in the hour of moonlight.Struggling, she knows deceit. Widow on the tree.
Surrounded, in the act of her feed. She knows no boundaries. Powerless,impregnated with the woe of her indignant thoughts. She must eat or be eaten.Silk, a beautiful entrapment of the soul. Spindel, which nothing turns,grace her with defeat. Widow on the tree.
Affliction of the beast.Cast stale winds in the night.Silk,a beautiful entrapment of the soul,and no creature nor fowl inhabits her existence. Troubled, sets the dust that trembles at her feet. She's dangling as she creeps, in the hour of moonlight.Struggling, she knows deceit. Widow on the tree.
Surrounded, in the act of her feed. She knows no boundaries. Powerless,impregnated with the woe of her indignant thoughts. She must eat or be eaten.Silk, a beautiful entrapment of the soul. Spindel, which nothing turns,grace her with defeat. Widow on the tree.
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lanei:
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gufina:
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