Silk's Work

Fan Fiction


Bones and chains and dead white whispers
Mist and snow and rolling hills
Wrought-iron gates and pewter statues
Boots on gravel, wicked chills
Dusty books and ink and ash
Cold and lonely redbrick walls
Bodhran beating, wicked fast
Cold and empty echoing halls
Shattered glass in darkstreet alleys
Brightlight stars and chilling rain
Snow white gossamer ghostly winds
Pipes high and haunting, cold refrain


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