Crimson is the color of blood
Flowing is life within a flood
A mass of illusion a distant drop
Harvested we, the mortal crop.
Join the ranks of slayers or slain
Torn twisted in a world so plain
Raise the sword let them fall
Break the laws heed the call
We who shall shape the fate
Pen is the key to open the gate
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Stories by Hasunoren
The Covenant
Rucius Xarcovil, became the first man in the history of humanity to create an Artifical lifeform named Castel...
Whispers To Me
A collection of poems written by me. The language is plain and no ornamental phrases, words or lines have bee...