Monday, June 13, 2011

Fingers of The Mountain

At the throne of the world, I rule with a terrible black hand.

Who would have thought this simple girl

Would gain the power to command

The forces of nature, and the cosmos itself

To send her enemies to their maker
And to assure vengeance is dealt

Through this black hand of mine, power runs like a fountain

 All shall bow down and resign

To the Fingers of the Mountian. 

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