ScornedA Poem by AbsintheandBlood
And for those he hates,
For those she scorns, He takes to the thorns! Drawing on their lives! As a Warlock I say, As a Witch I might be, That he is a shadow, through-and-through. Coveted by morning, Respected by night. © 2019 AbsintheandBloodReviews
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StatsAuthorAbsintheandBloodCanadaAboutAs the full moon draws high, And shadows cover the world. I let out a sigh, And awaken. Fear inflicts the soul, disengage Stumble forth, afflicted agony -The dark flag rises high- The cre.. more..Writing
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