The Sanguine of such blood glistens,
I lift a Crimson ear, I shall listen,
Blood drenched surfaces soak such love,
among these drips, sits an era of Crimson,
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'Blood drenched surfaces soak such love, ' is one line I pick to put here yet whole poem is my cherry pick. Crimson you harnessing ur skills day by day we all fear one you supersede and go on jet-plane. But still we all like it. You deserve the best! :) :) :)
I rather like the way your work has evolved. you're always improving. Great work!
Chilling the nation, are you? I'm trying to find something lighthearted to say, but rigarmortis are no laughing matter... Great poem.