The hills run red
With the blood of men
Slain by night
In the darkest den
And on this day
Their souls decay
They hide their swords
And turn away
For on that night
They turned to fight
Innocent souls
For their delight
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365 days of Ashes
PoesíaOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
