

TimeJune 19, 1995 TimeTime
The dying ache of pain, The rusting of metal.
The decay of wood, The crumble of stone.
The easing of sorrow, Erasing all memory of a civilization.
There is NOTHING that time cannot affect.
S. Dillabough


Spirit RiderSept. 1, 2000 The Spirit RiderSpirit Rider
Black as night Gleaming golden light.
Silvery cold steel Speeding on twin wheels.
Blue and red lights Back in the night.
Turning with a squeal On smoking black wheels.
His eyes burn with fire He knows he will never tire.
He will run all night He won't stop without a fight.
Taking a sharp turn His headlight seems to burn.
Narrowly missing the shoulder His taillight seems to smoulder.
His jacket bursts into fire He looks like a


The SpellThe SpellThe Spell
Raven's blood and crow's raucous cry. Dragon's roar and people die.
Unicorn's horn and griffin call. A harpy's scream to return you all.
To be locked away these centuries five is a story so tragic. This spell is to reveal, and breach, the borders of the hidden realm of magic.
Scott Dillabough
This is me
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Thanks for all your continued support!
David Kane
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im rhythmus bleiben
~~Aislinn
~~Scott
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Lovely greetings, Mercedes
Scott
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