My River Of Blood Poem by Scarlet .....

I have to go back
to long ago
back accross
misty rivers memories
of so

Past lives to dawn
on me so the way
to live from the
blood

All do know cowling towns
folk shall see into there
souls

With a whisper a sound
misty rooms sweet scent
maidend gown

From he no protection
could so be found
very survive

Yon lore of past cought
up in the mythes
none may so pass

For me to live some
had to die thats why its
Called

The River Of Blood