A BLACK MOON BROODS OVER LEMURIA
"Winter moonlight gleams through crooked boughs,
The icy caress of night entwines the eon-veiled Obsidian Pyramid,
The whisperings of ancient tongues are borne upon the winds,
Dark time-lost spells hold the key to the frost veiled Gate of the Black Moon..
And the Valley of the Silent Paths beckons...
The whisperer in crystal speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
There is witchcraft in the moon.."
The icy caress of night entwines the eon-veiled Obsidian Pyramid,
The whisperings of ancient tongues are borne upon the winds,
Dark time-lost spells hold the key to the frost veiled Gate of the Black Moon..
And the Valley of the Silent Paths beckons...
The whisperer in crystal speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
There is witchcraft in the moon.."
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