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The King's Howl

His tormented screams vibrated off the walls cried, of anguish, of sorrow and a shattered soul. Each step weakening his already dead heart, staggering like an old beggar, as if he could beg his regrets away. His maddening grief stricken wild eyes full of heart break, and anger gritted teeth. His filthy hair, torn robes and an image of a hollowed out man, carrying his dead heart in his arms, and as he howled his anguish, outside, the screams of the winds howled with him. For Shakespeare's Lear

The King's Howl

His tormented screams vibrated off the walls cried, of anguish, of sorrow and a shattered soul. Each step weakening his already dead...