TEND TO YOUR BONES

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I will tend to your deepest wounds
Doctor of the catacombs
The deep throbbing in my bones
Favours my purple undertones
I must care, for the sick
Escape Thanatos candlestick

I cradle you, in my arms
Safe from Ares dreadful charms
You; cannot leave my grasp
Your perfect hand, I tightly clasp

Muffled sounds of shots above us
As we hide under our strengthened truss
War unfolds overhead
I am glad; we have fled

Words Of The Dead- Words Of The Living- #Wattys2019जहाँ कहानियाँ रहती हैं। अभी खोजें