Resurrect this corpse with the shade of dying Crimson
Enter each dropp at the will of my own forsaken hand
Undo nothing for blood shall reunite us two
Nothing stands in the way of what Crimson wants
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High class version of what I was forced to do in middle school. I like it.
Sark and sublime, your specialty and my favourite. Completely stunning poem. =)
The best thing to describe your poem is, dark but sweet and deep but not sinking, and always ended with beautiful piece...awesome! _Unwritten Soul