Crimson Shadow Poem by Michael Koelliker
Crimson Shadow
Explosion of pain in the womb of the Earth.
Fire and brimstone accompanying His birth.
He is the rage in the eyes of Wrath.
The only thing you hear is His wicked laugh.
Your body turned to ash, your Soul turned black.
The spark has been ignited; there is no turning back.
He wears the dark smirk of a demon unleashed.
You know Him by many names, He prefers the Beast.
(08/18/2010)
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