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Blair Haven Poems
The moon dips down and the world forever casted in this lake of darkness. No place of shining light to guide me through the trecherous maze
Crona's poem 2
My blood is black, Yours is red, That makes all the difference,
Crona's Poem 4
Everyone has a hell; it's just hidden, inside their head. Darkness in my blood flood through my being slowly, much like a river flowing into a well. Scars of black blood and souls captured by the unholy blade, Screams of humans that pierced my ears as I bother not to hear what they tried to say.
Crona's poem 3
Cast away Beat down and broken I must obey The word is spoken
Demons blood Spilling over you Like black poison Scented a horrible dew
Death and destruction is his joy His love always a decoy. He'll break your heart and make you cry But you still love and i ask why.
Willowing away Like a dieing shadow But your still breathing In a pool of sorrow.
Comments about Blair Haven
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
The moon dips down and the world
forever casted in this lake of darkness.
No place of shining light
to guide me through the trecherous maze
of death, sadness, sorrow, and pain.
In this life,
I stand all alone,
only imagining to have a light.
I'll watch the devistation I have wrought;
watch all of the people suffter
in agony just like mine,
I would take their pain.
The sun forgot to take it's reign
and the moon weeps,
starts its twinkling tears.
Perhaps I wasn't meant to
simply be here at all.
The wayI cause destruction where I ...