some d♤ys i l♤y in the sopor ♤nd dre♤m of ♤ str♤nger his blood f♤r colder th♤n mine his bl♤de just ♤s chill we meet, n♤tur♤lly, upon the field of b♤ttle, though the environs ♤re bright ♤nd unf♤mili♤r to me oh f♤ted riv♤l, when will you come forth to m♤ke mutu♤l our destruction?
Kult: +7
Total: 7