Purge
By h2whoa
The Blizzard-King has my heart. A flash of unwelcome light, Sears through my conciousness: I know you have come at last. A paper door And a steel bolt, Are all that come between. Eyes weep red, Your sword-teeth exposed, You breathe the steam of Righteousness. Purge the world of A parasite. I offer you my throat Written November 28th, 2001 © on Nov 28 2001 04:56 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"The Blizzard-King has my heart...."