"...moon crested 'neath the early night's clouds; rolling in as if from another place, and the air turned frigid with its change. There was an evil building in the night, and I anguished over he whose demise I foresaw..."
"...moon crested 'neath the early night's clouds; rolling in as if from another place, and the air turned frigid with its change. There was an evil building in the night, and I anguished over he whose demise I foresaw..."