The gates of hell are full Of whispers of who we were Promises ripped from vines sweet And forgotten retribution The wolf howls With flowers in its mouth Teardrops of petals Hears no echo Chilled in sky graves Of fever dreams To lay with the fallen soldiers Dragon mountainous death The poppy, red, red, redContinue reading “Death Revived”
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