Evil Bleeds

Evil bleeds, weeping crimson
Rising darkness from the moor
Shadows lurk, breathy whispers
Quiet the winds, cries unheard

Thief. Drain my blood. Still my mind
Unshattering my broken
Clawing at my sanity
Happiness is a token

Shredding pages. Torn. Tattered
Yellowed edges, yarns of old
Quill to paper, frozen time
Swathed in silken, golden robes

Lift up my body, weary
And gather my tears, swollen
Kneel beside me in prayer
For the mighty has fallen

Bury me neath the rubble
Pretty flowers on my grave
Rising high, seeking freedom
Flee this madness in my brain

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