/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: theartofroberthorn https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-theartofroberthorn-48x48.jpg?cb=1522892763 THE GREAT HORNED OWL the voices that call out to you late at night closing the doors walking by and moving corners the creatures that crawl past and disappear we created them there long before we found each other in the backyard conjured them one by one to play with dancing naked in the forest down the hill because it was natural not the stale waste of tomorrow and we took our ghosts home studied our magick and found the wastelands sliced and flowing in the marshes in the bogs in the snapping of shadows wispering come forth and turning around envisioning immortality at our finger tips there was no fear not in our secrets not in the shapes that we saw and keep with us that trance and leav