got up in the middle of the night, couldent sleep. wrote a poem while half asleep, i woke and saw it, its kinda creepy. not even sure what it means, or what its about. what do you think?
"as did rack his black armours in the hue of dead, as he takes rage on those who exiled he who spurned there gift, alone but commanded untold numbers of living hate, as he acosted the golden perfect gates. yet no palissade went without being underfoot that day, nor did the behemoths he brought to bear charge forward, and cause the crumple of golden carapace, and sully that which was thought untouchable. and from forward on, a mark was placed on this cycle of time, to show what happens when you purtend to tread up high as it did come to pass, that not even last tide would bring healing of that land, that was beset upon by the blackness of he who hast forgotten time, along with his own title"
"purtend"
It feels like it's trying too hard to sound epic to me.
Hahaha
Oh man I can't even say anything about it
[editline]26th September 2012[/editline]
Though I will point out that ghost writing means something other than what you think it means
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