Ms Timberlake
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Post by Ms Timberlake on Feb 13, 2008 18:21:55 GMT
The WereWolf Of Barren Hills (I made this for some story Im gonna write)
It was when the night was falling The day turning to Dusk For the wind was calling You'd think there'd be no fuss
Until the howling started Yes, On that very night It was as if your love had parted Oh, what a sight
The moon light beamed there from the sky Lite up the sound of sorrows cry The slashing of claws along the ground It's victom petrafied stood without a sound
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