Poems of Onyx Dragon

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You taste of blood, sweat, and tears

Of the sun which shines on your face

I cannot read all of your fears

Which have been visible these past few days

And the beginning of the end draws near

As I hold you in my arms, my dear

Sweet wonderful woman of which I love

I wish we could fly out of this mess, turn into doves

But alas, the end draws neigh

And we cannot escape-cannot fly

Away from here