The lovers were afraid
strong to the eye
weak to the flesh
not one kiss was shared
something else
dark blood under the moon
a dragon slayed
love's consumed
two lovers again
(THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO HANNIBAL'S END! HANNIGRAM IS CANNON!!)
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
