Post by Voice on Dec 11, 2009 22:24:25 GMT -5
Entry given as a gift to the first generation from the Voice.
Those who have lost there physical form, deny to reform. Hanging around such wanton levels, they plague the ever present kettles. These ghasts no more then they tell, so worry not where they fell, they remember every sell. Humanoid in form, in hope they are torn, they wait for those who can seal their fate. Talk to thus who walk attached to the items of this school, find their secrets before they find you.
Those who have lost there physical form, deny to reform. Hanging around such wanton levels, they plague the ever present kettles. These ghasts no more then they tell, so worry not where they fell, they remember every sell. Humanoid in form, in hope they are torn, they wait for those who can seal their fate. Talk to thus who walk attached to the items of this school, find their secrets before they find you.