Prowling The Night
By Lord R.e. Taylor
He prowls the night
Hunting for God knows what
But he has no choice
His blood surges
Memories of an ancient past
When panthers were his kin
But the needs for the hunts are gone
Replaced by a need for belly rubs
The Evil Castle by Lord R.e. Taylor Beware the castle on the hill Darkness is not the only occupant So much evil wanders those halls Destroy...
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