Born is as born lives.
A shadow of the morrow,
A tragedy of the commons,
Red of blood and red of fire,
A sin that has no redemption,
A vengence that heeds no claim,
Blue of sky and blue of sea,
A shallow thought with little seen,
A crooked heart that doesn't bleed,
Green of earth and green of gem,
A willow that breeds supple shade,
A burden of too little consequence,
White of sun, and white of soul,
A purity stained by fierce calamity,
A tarnished cleanliness that sees its end.
Born is as born dies.
~A.H.
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Child of the Tomb#JustWriteIt
FantasyA cloak painted with the sigil of blood stands for the fallen Kingdom of Isage. Those wearing them have diminished since the collapse of its system, and the remaining had scattered. Commonly, due to the demolishment of their capital and the number o...
