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Bloodlust

In the darkest night, shadows dance with glee
Blood soaked, tales whispered, setting souls free
Miss Braw weaves a macabre spell
A haunting melody, where darkness dwells

In the realm of shadows, where darkness reigns
A dark, bloody story emerges, filled with eerie stains
Blood drips from the words, staining the page
As the macabre tale unfolds, invoking a sense of rage

With each line, the darkness deepens its hold
Unleashing a world where secrets are untold
So let the ink flow, like a river of red
In this bloody poem, where darkness and pain is fed




Bunden vers (Rim) av MissBraw
Läst 33 gånger
Publicerad 2023-11-30 16:36



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