Black HeartsA Poem by Lestat's daughterBlack wings unfolding. hot breath escapes it's jaws. A mighty roar sounds for miles. Trees knocked down by sharpened claws.
Kills to eat, sometimes for fun. So many fear it, but so many misunderstand it. So many tried to see them done. They're still here!
Blood, fire, terror. Hearts made with pure darkness. Surrounded by a red aura. Only one rule.... survive. © 2008 Lestat's daughter |
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Added on August 29, 2008 Last Updated on August 30, 2008 Author
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