atram

Howl the wind in the cold December night, as well as the screams of the damned that accompanies them with its gloomy sounds. Flaming eyes, scarlet tongue and wild grin hurl themselves into the darkness, to ward off evil hiding in the cold winter. Poem (C): Me “Kaulitz Dolls” (C): Josef Diveky “Snow Storm” (C): Ruth Van Sickle Ford “Snowstorm” (C): Tanya Filichkin All the right…