The Dearth of Abigail
The wind howls,
The choral voice of unified wolves,
In the night - the wild pack stalks,
Reaping vengeance with blood fueled sentiment,
It twists and turns in my gut,
Feral outcasts to sink teeth,
Snarling with vicious purpose,
To tear sinew from bone,
Plunging deeper into innocent flesh,
That bleeds with reverence,
Life pouring from my sullen veins,
I revile the r...
Sunday 29th November 2015 2:46 pm
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