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Ravenwulf
Name: Ravenwulf
Location: Melbourne, Florida
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Thu, 17 Sep 2009
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I am a person who was born on the cancerian cusp and descended from Gypsy blood (Bohemia) I am the epitimy of Gemini. I have a duel personality that doesn't interfere with my life and they work together for the most part. I grew up as a Christian, but always knew I was different and so did my mother. She always told me that I was special and god had a plan for me. I have been a practicing witch for 7 years and served as high priest for a solwin ritual by the time I was 24. As confusing as I can be to ppl I am as blunt with my answers and speach as it get. I have studied Indian Shamanism, and now studying Druidism. And I am learning to master my Element. This is my Fav. Country song: Artist: Alan Jackson Album: Don't rock the Jukebox (alan jackson/don sampson) Midnight in montgomery, silver eagle, lonely road I was on my way to Mobile for a big New Years eve show I stopped for just a minute to see a friend outside of town Put my collar up, found his name, and felt the wind die down Then a drunk man in a cowboy hat took me by surprise Wearing shiny boots, a nudi suit and haunting haunted eyes He said "Friend it's good to see you, it's nice to know you care" Then the wind picked up and he was gone Was he ever really there 'Cause it's midnight in Montgomery Just hear that whippoorwill See the stars light up the purple sky Feel that lonesome chill When the wind it's right, you'll hear his songs, Smell whiskey in the air Midnight in Montgomery He's always singing there I climbed back on my eagle, took one last look around Through red tail lights a shadow moved slow across the ground Off somewhere a midnight train is slowly passing by I could hear that whistle moaning I'm so lonesome i could cry 'Cause it's midnight in montgomery Just hear that whippoorwill See the stars light up the purple sky Feel that lonesome chill 'Cause when the wind it's right, you'll hear his songs Smell whiskey in the air Midnight in Montgomery He's always singing there He's always singing there Hank's always singing there