Beating Tree

Rookie (august 16 1995)

A Blood Red King - Poem by Beating Tree

The king that bleeds when he cry's
The dog who wishes to fly.
I'm the person who works to love.
I'm the kind that could never hide in a cave.
The king can't look away from his dying men.
The dog must stay the evil man's loyal friend.
I can not die, I will not cuase a flood of tears.
I can not pry, I will not take peoples secrets away.
The king will die of deadly sickness.
The dog will die away from wickidness.
I'm the person who bleeds away peoples pain.
I'm the person who only cry's in the rain.
I am the Blood Red King.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 10, 2011

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