"Black as the night, the color of ravens,
flying through a nocturnal landscape where spirits dance,
she held the key to the ancient gate, as well its misteries now long gone, the wisdom of mountains and deep lakes, the woods, the silent earth, the fire of old and the cold of ice, she held the key to ancient wisdom, transmuting herself into the creatures of night. The gate is now closed. Somewhere in the old night, she keeps the key from afar. Her castle - unknown. Her human name - Blackthorn"

Created while listening to Profanum, symphonic black metal from Poland: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ5ocbkgYCs&feature=related

words by wintermoon
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