Through the mist the twisting tree limbs are silhouetted against billowing clouds, branches stretch to dark horizons,
Flocks of birds burst forth across the sky, seeming to herald doom.
It's a Gothic world of foreboding mystery
~In the Gray Mist
Flocks of birds burst forth across the sky, seeming to herald doom.
It's a Gothic world of foreboding mystery
~In the Gray Mist
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