Gleam of sharp red fangs.
Dreading the bloody night.
My life is forfeit.
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoesíaThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
The Creature Haiku
Gleam of sharp red fangs.
Dreading the bloody night.
My life is forfeit.
