He with the mellow changing eyes.
Ravaging thirst, speaks of lies
In the dreams I see,
Nightmares I live.
His voice I hear...
cannot forgive.
A pack of wolves hunting that night.
The fear, the children, I can taste their fright.
In the never ending blood moon,
All is death, all so soon.
1, 3, 7, he counted.
tears rolling, heart broken.
Down, whiskey now the man drinks.
Eyes change colors, full of sin.
Story Credit goes to @princesskathy
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