Wings made of leather
Armour made of bone
It thrives on bad weather
And has a heart of stone
A deafening scream
Your blood will run cold
Its eyes do not gleam
But wisdom they hold
A servant to none
A shadow in the dark
Never will it run
And always leave a mark
For those who flee
And those who fight
And those who live
Beware its bite
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Some of my poems that I write (mainly when I'm sad)
PoetryHere are some of my weird-ass poems for peeps to read when you are bored. Enjoy my somewhat depressing poems! (Also, I painted that skull just for the front cover, sorry, it's still drying but I was too excited to start)
