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Wrote this poem when i went through a really dark time. |
| The melody is sweet, haunting. It flows through our blood It invades our very core. The song blood sings. Red, warm, sweet smelling It rouse the dark wolf within. Yet from the wound in my soul, the blood flow Unseen and unheeded. I long to let my blood sing It cries, it pleads for release Joyious it is when its released Yet being the Swansong of my life. |