Crimson's FlowingA Poem by NeroscuroA poem about war.Crimson is her hair, Flowing with the air, Summoning spirits of madness, Despair. She walks as guided by the wise, And everyone follows Like a putting cheese to a mice, Beasts. Crimson is her hair, Nothing now is fair, Everything is valid as steel mouths spit Death. And she seduces the strong, Pumping adrenaline To quench their filthy souls: Soldiers. Crimson is her hair, Everyone prepare, Brothers dying in the name of Honor. Lipstick colored red, Beauty dressing death, Footsteps ravaging cities, Babies crying blood. Crimson is the air, Flowing with the hair Of another woman in the land of deserts: War.
© 2010 NeroscuroAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNeroscuroColombiaAboutI don't know what to write here. It's devastating, so I'll just start with the facts. I'm Colombian (Nice country, and not all that guerilla and cocaine ridden as so many people think), I'm funny yet .. more..Writing
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