The ravens are on the wing!My scramasax is red(stained with
And lo, I witnessed the vast seas rise forth like
Sorcerers and shamans, weave your spells of war,Ensure our mighty
THOUGHTS OF AN ICENI GLADIATOR,AWAITING THE OPENING OF THE ARENA
I stand engulfed by the moon-magic of a winter eve's
Legends etched into the ancient stone dolmens on the Dark
I was spawned deep beneath the Pre-Cambrian sea,the scion of
DOVER, ENGLAND: SEPTEMBER 1594(THE RECOLLECTIONS OF A WAR-WEARY MARINER)???MEMOR