
The Man of the Radio Shack in the PrairiesThe Man of the Radio Shack in the Prairies: Cold SeasonThe Man of the Radio Shack in the Prairies by ~metalsageofarnor
You can see the metaphysical aspects of the world
Yet you can’t see the wandering desolate souls
Strewn across the winding field, where everything is dusty yellow as prairie grass in the autumn
The dryness and coldness of the transitioning winter, makes a dejected man more alone
No matter if he is in an abode or not, he still feels the chill of the December wind
Gleaning from his every mood, shivering and giving the sign of a raven perched on Hades’ staff
Against the tide of Curumo, the fall of Troy, against the 8 evils of Melkor
Laying near that mountain, lonely mountain,