What beauty lies where danger lurks,
What grace is found as the tiger stalks,
Canopies of trees covering the field,
And blood; watering the earth as predators feed.
-Bright 🔆
YOU ARE READING
The Quill Spits Blood
PoésieAnd so my heart bleeds unto the paper, telling my stories in bloody stains. ●Everything is better expressed in poetry! ●A compilation of poems written by yours truly.
