A small child screams in the night Defying the demons he will soon fight Eyes burning crimson Wings clutched inside his ashen prison Slowly raises his head Looks up to you as the moon turns red Without a word, hands you the dagger There stands your innocence, will you be its killer?
Reason for writing:
Well...its kinda weird... I was sure I had posted it... but I guess not... was prolly my immagination er something. Anyway, I'm open to critics and comments
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