Red mixed with White,
As blood fell on ice,
The snow turned red,
Affected by blood's spiteful stead.
With the maroon colored liquid
Arose great malevolence,
And the white fulfilled its devil sent commitments.
The red got stronger and white danced to her tunes,
It was master and slave,
The latter received no escapade.
No dare, no excitement was all White ever felt,
Locked in her maroon prison,
Perfumed by the stench of death.
Then again, came the time:
when red mixed with white,
as blood fell on ice.
Poetry number one:how do you like it? :)
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His Still World.
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