Black Blood
By opkl
Your black blood will fall to the clay and sand from a wound that I have made with this blade of gray mist. even if it is only a single drop hits the hidious Earth a rose of white shall show the light of a blackened sun My blade will not kill you the cold wind will lift it into nothin but the light shall melt you to nothing, Then I shall sleep. Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 15 2002 12:03 AM PST 10 • 0
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"Your black blood..."