BroKen FisT

Fangs Of Glory

Candlelit glow
Unforgivable flow
Oh the taste of yer skin
I jus cannot know
Blood red moon lit night
Black feathered wings take flight
Oh the blood from yer body
Take you... I jus might

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 20, 2010
Poem Edited: Friday, July 9, 2010

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