Separation into isolation from the pact.
My words do harm, eyes steam red, her fangs engraved in my flesh.
A Sapphire descendant to the Law Of Dxnovan.
I embrace her distasteful carnage with striking wolf ears
as black blood trickles down my arm.
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Dismal Skies (Poetry)
Poesía1st collection of poems (Complete) Dark pieces about life to make you think and feel
