When the gods turn blind
The deities get weak
That is the time of night
It is the time,
When my inner demons manifest
To wreak havoc not on me
but the puny mortals
They are not innocent, neither are we
The day I appear
appears the crimson sea
Afterall,
I am a callous grim reaper~Strandedtraveler
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My experiments with literature
PoesieWell just my poems man... Will upload some of my poems which I found satisfactory. Well they are just my experiments with my skills. That's the whole point here