The Dark Does Not Weep For Itself

I Will Tell You The Story Of How We Found Ourselves In A Realm Where Dreams Are Formed, Destiny Is Chosen, And Magic Is As Real As A Handprint In The Snow.

They Kept The Lie Going, And The People Loved It.

They Swoon Over Tom, Who Preens For Them, Bowing, Which Sets Them To Blushing And Giggling. God Help Us All.

I Invited Myself. Thought This Table Needed Some Class.

This Is How The Fire Starts. This Is How We Burn.