The goddess is bornI hear voices from beyond the veil They reverberate in mystery There are shadows in my heart And they multiply in memoryThe goddess is born
Small paws left paw prints, trailing from a calm river side. Her bright odd-colored eyes were narrowed into slits as the sun broke the top of the mountain side. Riding in between her body shoulder blades was a small tan tabby kit. She let out a small growl, and turned around. Two cats, grinning evilly.
And the comrades that I've lost out there In the scattered ruins still speak to me
If the flickering light of your campfire dims Th
