Ice buries the fields.
Nola grows restless.
Do you hear it?
Do you smell it?
It's a rumbling from underground.
His slumber is fading.
Soon he will rise.
For good, or for evil.
Oh, he's here for evil.
It's almost groundhog day.
And LakeRykertis back.
1 comment:
hahaha, sounds like the pecota from the dugout.
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