Dawn of Relic - Chapter III - The Story of Rose Haven:Snowfall


"There are coarses of souls that sometimes 
rupture to our side of reality. When we travel 
the planes of dream we dare these roads 
and the spirits that he dormant..." 

Evocation 

What is this wind we breath 
Born of the nether 
Eearthwomb that bleeds 

First snowfall covers the tress 
Over manor of Haven 
something stares and breaths 

Rose has crossed the coarse of souls 
Where oblivious havens he unfold, untold 
tales paint the rooms of old 
Rose glances the jars just 
to wake the dusts of cold 

Samhains moon cuades so distant 
Wheel of year has turned again 
Mirrors prepare to rescave the dormant 
greet the sun the morning comes

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