by Evils » Wed May 29, 2013 8:16 am
Crows flew to The Queen's deck and were panting heavily "Mhat is it?" The Queen asked walking swiftly over to the tallest one. "Your Highness," He cooed to her "There are others out in the range of trees." The Queen paused, "Thank you for te11ing me Jacob. A11en, M'hy did you come M'ith Jacob?" Allen bowed, his feathers ruffled "I come to tell you as well your majesty."

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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality." -
Edgar Allan Poe