The Sky Red As Blood Poem by Nicholas Spandrel

The Sky Red As Blood



Ah the smell of fresh blood filling the air
So refreshing I could taste it with the greed of a thousand souls
I imprison with lust of death and blood for I am a warrior
A rogue in the night who loves to feast upon the besieged souls of war

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