Bill Steward Biography

Sky fades red
Blood rains down
From the clouds
Angles slain
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Such beautiful eyes
I tell myself not to look
When you walk on by
But i take a peek
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Under black skies
Grins this grim Nortic God
Oh great old one
God of the north
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The Rose was darker
Than the darkest nightmare
The light of the moon
Made the Rose look soft
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Every moment
Wasted
Every thought
Disregarded
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