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A wolf the howls
At the moon is a successful one
With the beauty in the beast eyes gazing at the moon
But no howling in the wind tonight as
The blood in flesh falls from mouth
The rabbit lays limb
With silence in the wind
Nothing but the wind is loud
But this be the night
The beast finally howls.
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The wind is so loud
My eyes become blurry
I fall to the ground
As dirt sticks
To my bloody hands
The only damage
Is the heart cleanly ripped out of
A poor soul
So fresh it still beats
Exam
Feel & see
Its beauty, as you can never get enough.
YOU ARE READING
colour.
Non-FictionThe secrets of dark poetry, the dark side of the truth writen in beauty.
