Pieces of Me: How I Met H.P. Lovecraft

As dawn breaks through the trees,
lonely town falls to their knees,
a solemn belfry begins to toll.
The mass begins sing familiar hymns,
man in black has his back to the crowd.
Spreads his wings and turns around,
as my heart begins to pound.

Fates Warning - Night on Brocken

( In which I meet H.P. Lovecraft )

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Brandon - aka Mr. Destructo - aka Mister Monster - broke another one of my old gifts.

A while ago, Justin was holding him and he pulled down and shattered my obsidian chimes.

A few minutes ago, he pulled down the corner shelves and broke the oil lamp into many pieces.

Both the lamp and the chimes came from the same store in Peddlar's Village.

Sigh.