Dripping red,
Cautious eyes can tell
The horrors of one's might,
A sullen mind's outyell.
He's marching slow
Crossing the kingdom once more,
All those names are lost on whim
This bloodline ends with him.
— August 26th, 2024
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Cemetery of my Thoughts | Poetry Collection
PoetryThings I wanted to say, Things I thought I would say, Things I should have said, But never did. One should know it takes fortune to loan on time. Copyright © eyesofmischief 2024 All Rights Reserved
Ends with Him
Dripping red,
Cautious eyes can tell
The horrors of one's might,
A sullen mind's outyell.
He's marching slow
Crossing the kingdom once more,
All those names are lost on whim
This bloodline ends with him.
— August 26th, 2024