There was a folklore in my place,
Death's kiss was a terrible fate.
Demons living not in hell,
Were praised for their deed.
A form of humans all have seen,
They created havoc in peaceful bliss.
Blood was splattered everywhere,
Death's kiss was a terrible fate.
YOU ARE READING
Crusts after Dark.
PoetryA collection of my emotions woven into poems. Wanting to express a few pearls of wisdom, of fear or even love, which would as well be crushed under the ruthlessness of today's society. . . . . . So, grab a cup of coffee and read away! :)
