Derniere Sanglante

July 16, 2011
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Crimson red
Accents the earth.
The night lit by an ivory moon.
Dismantled, deformed.
A cry rips open
The silent arboreal.
The sound
made only by a soul
whom has lost everything.
Exhorting the last survivor
the black heart of an wicked man
commits execrable sins.
Lost in the trenches of war,
she dies beside her beloved.

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