"Let it be red,
let it be ripe,
let it wield ruin..."
"Lick and taste the desire...for vengeance"
"The fire within, from the dragon's cradle,
lies and gives heat and pure breath, as spirit, wild.."
"Orb burned black,
Tender center attacked,
Pure blood refract,
See through pain
To the crack."
"Queeny damsel feigning need imperiled,
She whimpers sweetly, like a pixie's herald.
I spring to service, with comedic tripping,
All the while, behind that mask, her ruse is dripping."
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
"Let it be red,
let it be ripe,
let it wield ruin..."
"Lick and taste the desire...for vengeance"
"The fire within, from the dragon's cradle,
lies and gives heat and pure breath, as spirit, wild.."
"Orb burned black,
Tender center attacked,
Pure blood refract,
See through pain
To the crack."
"Queeny damsel feigning need imperiled,
She whimpers sweetly, like a pixie's herald.
I spring to service, with comedic tripping,
All the while, behind that mask, her ruse is dripping."
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