A. Lee Brock Quotes
Rain turned to ice, and lightning splintered, it splicedthe black sky, it seeped a bright white.All animals they fled, from the sky as it bled, pale death that fell veiling the night.
Dead tree branches rattled, the cold wind seethed, it prattled of abominations about to unfold.A lone wolf howled, the full moon it prowled, ready for evils untold.