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Darksong

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

His hand reached out, pale fingers cold and lifeless in their wake. He called to me, like one might call a lover. A siren's song that leads to nothing but oblivion.Looking upon me, warm eyes from that pale face--a chilling scene. Black hood and robes hide Him from the world, and you see not Him, but what He means to you Freedom.He beckoned me, and like a moth caught in a summer's flame, I flew into His arms. But for only a second, a moment's reprieve from the bitter cold, could I remain i his embrace."You are not mine," He said to me, His voice an enthralling melody of its own. "Not yet, not now, not 'till the time has come, and you are ready to let go."He held me there, arms of a lover, of a friend. In a place that knew no time, and was nor His, nor mine, but was our own.Until I heard them calling, and knew that I must go. And He let go, His eyes filled with both gfief and joy at His loss, for He knew that one day, I would be his.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Friends, random people, whatever.