Hunter Krown
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Moon’s Eclipse
In Twain's vain of this Sane Masquerade comes forth unequal nightmare of the insane. With bloody rivers and moon’s fading glow
Desperation is what kindred Sow. Relief through false beliefs. whether tremere sorcery or ventrue policy All feel their drying story.
As the moon rises, as the air grows thin. Eclipsing them be He who sees all that they wish to disappear.
To his benefit to his sanity. The relevance of might ignored by night Truth revealed by dawn’s first light.
Feel the sharp, brittle stitches of metal’s breach upon your skin perforating poisonous sting of which it will never mend.
The Misbegotten eclipse arrives never in vain.
