atram

There is no moon this night. There is only the wind blowing in the darkness, accompanied by gloomy barks. Bright eyes contrast the impenetrable obscurity, in a wild gleam and rivers of saliva arise under the pearl fangs. I hold out my hand to try if it's all true, to touch fear born of indomitable fury. Poem (C): Me. Made by Adobe Spark Post. The Binding of Fenrir" from "Our Fathers Godsaga"(C…