The glass candles are burning. Soon comes the pale mare, and after her the others. Kraken and dark flame, lion and griffin, the sun's son and the mummer's dragon. Trust none of them. Remember the Undying. Beware the perfumed seneschal
My bad for taking so long to reply. Life's been a bit hectic recently; most of my time's been invested in a potential career opportunity that has come up. Hate to keep dicking you around, but because of said opportunity, it's highly doubtful I'm going to finish these lines anytime soon; never made it past the first verse. As much as I'd love to continue, I'd respect a DQ, as I shouldn't deserve this many extensions anyway. My apologies to DWAS as well for unintentionally wasting his time.