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Here he comes, back on blood Behold the winged death There he goes, he was a toad Unburdened of his flesh Why went you? The border to, Escape the one he sent Then came her, the mighty cur Delivered as you wept Hers is of shadow stolen, all have known him To be without mercy or intent As a foul fiend, along him gleamed Jewels and gold and gems He gained broad wings and along them stringed Skin that taunt was stretched These limbs of carrion, carried him Along winds that never swept And among him screamed the past and means To make better his regrets His vision frozen, the touch of moments Will scorch cold along his touch He has no voice but those of choice Hear the fate that he had met And those who saw his mangled form Know the terror they have saw And even known him, the shadow stolen Has eyes for what has let - Him come about! hers was his out, And now he come to rend Eyes cold blue meet those that knew The fire of crimson death And there they knew that although true Their fight was always meant
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Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 6:43 AM UTC
The Winged Death
Here he comes, back on blood Behold the winged death There he goes, he was a toad Unburdened of his flesh Why went you? The border to, Escape the one he sent Then came her, the mighty cur Delivered as you wept Hers is of shadow stolen, all have known him To be without mercy or intent As a foul fiend, along him gleamed Jewels and gold and gems He gained broad wings and along them stringed Skin that taunt was stretched These limbs of carrion, carried him Along winds that never swept And among him screamed the past and means To make better his regrets His vision frozen, the touch of moments Will scorch cold along his touch He has no voice but those of choice Hear the fate that he had met And those who saw his mangled form Know the terror they have saw And even known him, the shadow stolen Has eyes for what has let - Him come about! hers was his out, And now he come to rend Eyes cold blue meet those that knew The fire of crimson death And there they knew that although true Their fight was always meant
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18/M/Australia
Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 6:43 AM UTC
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