Hiveship
REMEMBER STEVE THE WRAITH
A Wraith,o just perfection
Tall and slender
A touch ,soft and tender
Allows no rejection
Hair of moonlight silver
Eyes that see right trough you
A smile can make you shiver
The enemy kept him in darkness
Cold and cruel they watched
His silvery light just fade away
So many now are mourning
For the Wraith with hair of silver
Is the one they need to find
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