ghosts in the dark
once had ichor pouring
from their lips.
wraiths in the last light
now bare their fangs tainted
with blood as red as dawn.
remnants wander the ruins,
unsure of the thick liquid
surrounding them in a circle
of crimson and gold.
the gods are dead,
but their blood flows red
and yet it is said that they
are to only bleed gold.
– are the gods dead? or merely ghosts spinning a story of their downfall?
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