Friday, February 16, 2007

Can you translate this poem?

"Warmblood born a blood born Death
Will rob your body of its breath
Mark your skin,seal your fate
The Underland becomes a plate

Turn and turn and turn again
you see the what but not the when
Remedy of wrong entwine,
And so they form a single vine.

to know the complet poem and more, read GREGOR & THE CURSE OF THE WORMBLOODS!

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