Crimson blood-stained face
Mortal blood, a facade
Of her concealed grace
Her flesh and skin clawed
With streaks of dark crimson
Golden ichor turned vile
Blood red like bisons'
Hid behind her new veil's smile
The Moon makes no light
But reflects on other's
She walks in the night
Despite her fateful curse
YOU ARE READING
Poems I made
PoezieThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
