The Wraiths
The sneaky wraiths of the lake They're a force to be reckoned with. They're not your average garden nymphs, You can always be sure of that. The nibble on despair and gloom, And then they feast on human flesh. Your eyes will make a lovely dessert, And your brains a healthy snack. Beware of walking close to the edge, And don't you dare make a splash. Or the sneak wraiths of the lake, Might detour by your house.
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Minami
I'm Britta I live in Ireland, originally Estonian. I've lived in Latvia and Russia on the way here, but Ireland is by far my favorite. I'm younger than any of you here. I'm sure of that. Don't take notice of the date you may see on my profile....
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