Publicerad 2014-05-10 16:43 av Golden_Angel




Legend of a martyr

Crimson flower, of a thousand blades
A healing touch, cause her a thousand pains.

A crimson touch, if taken by force
Will by a thousand, multiply her woes.

The gift of light, an endless source
The healing light, absorbed by a pose.

A thousand blades, gleaming with fire, a crimson rose.





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