![]() Dark mountainA Poem by AKhaus
Nefarious mother who dances in the moonlight with crimson lips and pale blue eyes.
We don't sink, we rise. No tears will trail down our cheeks rather we claw at this mountain with bloody nails always reaching the top. She cannot drag upon our backs as to slide us to her hell. © 2017 AKhaus |
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Added on July 29, 2017 Last Updated on July 29, 2017 |