*~_Crimson Gold_~*

*~_Crimson Gold_~*

The shadows pouring crimson gold across the haunted ground
The curse that lay may be exposed upon the wakening sound
Revenge behold all do that endure this mighty wind of hate
The bitterness tastes as sweet as snow
To this defining blow a hold
That the rich rays portray at once could never
Have quite have told
As quite a tale as the one that be
As far as oceans
The eyes can see
The tale does do its turns and twists
Around like ropes tightly wounding wrists
Choking veins and vital pains
These are here, and here they stay

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