Where the blood runs black
And the dress is red
No man treads
Less he lose his head
Cards fold their will to a bloody queen
Sewing fear into their souls
And a creature reins devastation on behalf of the queen in red.
Any traitor is left for dead in a forest of beads and threads
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Random poems
PoetryJust some poems I come up with. Read if you want. They will range anywhere from good and wholesome to death or self harm.
