Clean white snow coats the ground,
In the distance foghorns sound,
As muffled bangs resound,
It's ruby red all around.
Now clean and white no more,
All that nature has in store,
Set out, settle the score,
As bones, skin, and muscle tore.
Once white snow coats the ground,
In the distance foghorns sound.
This foul red knows the score,
The hatred grows evermore.
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The Books of Xarian
FantasyThis is a collection of my poetic works thus far! They are meant to be read aloud/performed! The poems are separated into 6 books: Exact Matches, The Lapidary, Seasons, Elemental, Dragons, and Loose Ends. The first chapter/page of each book contains...
