A potion for the wearyTravelers cold and drearyStumbling through the doorsA mysterious effect Though the barman smilesHis gaze is full of guileAs he offers them a roomFor their tired souls At midnight there appearingAn apparition that is nearingA soul’s decompositionA harbinger of hell Their faces froze in terrorTo the room belong foreverAt Death’s dingy tavernUponContinue reading “Agony’s Estate”
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