Singing, Red
It's deadly song.
To which our Storyteller's brother
Succumbed.Corrupted, Red
Their Commander of Knight.
Her sword ablaze,
A frightful sight.With a cry out leashed,
Golden statues, Alive.The Circle has fallen,
Their Temple destroyed.
With one person's mistake,
Our fears awake.The red has returned.
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Poems
PoesíaThese are poems I write when I need to vent or whatever. Read it if you want....