A Chronological Opeth Poem

In the mist she was standing,
citing me this foul poem under the weeping moon,
as bad as my silhouette is black,
as erksome as this forest of october is cold.
 
lmao it was atmospheric? were you playing a mellotron while reading it out loud? I hope a hurricane kills your family

what?? you have to play mellotrone and read out loud for that?? my family should die in a hurricane?? pretty unlikely, but okay. I think it's time for you to return to Tolkien land with the other nerds.
 
it should be obvious from my username and avatar that I'm a hobbit not a troll, how dare you