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The dawn of a 13th sunset,
Brought forth a blood curdling twilight
Driving the lull, to an eternal slumber,
Embedding the folk in a blistering tantrum
Once a young boy,now a moon hunter
Dreamy damsels, clad in spiteful wraths
Swimming in chaos,are the hushed monks
And tragedy bashed silver halls
Old gone the age of a 'golden paradise'
Now what's left is a realm of bloody mice
Sunny daffodils twirling in bronze flames
Hazel soil fuming with crimson rage
Pretty flowers drowning in inky ashes
Growling Wolves and numb white faces?
'The sundown has been kissed by Night children'
The princess sat, with a 4 leaf clover,
"Could this be luck bestowed, father?"
So he was about to answer,
Yet crumbled down by God's wrath.
As the thunder embraced the old monarch
"Just why would the heaven strike?"
Wondered the young girl,
falling on both knees in a moment's time,
Blood pouring out of her beating clock
As claws drove through her red cloak
by the Moon's child.
This was the fate yet to be told,
Of the mere village folk,
Down the castle hillblock
[moon's child- werewolfs]
[Night children- vampires]
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Embedded in Ashes
ПоэзияExpect not the sweet and dainty life. Painted in these walls, it's the life hidden far behind clouds, far away from what you and me know as 'life', with darkness pouring over like a fountain and daunting echos, overflowing. 14.01.19- published 15.01...
