Singing Rain
The sound of her voice,
Echoes by the window pane,
Like symphonic rain.
Love
Where poignant love blooms,
Like a beautiful plume,
Needs eternal groom.
Her Beauty
Thy beauty like blade,
Its edge stained with crimson fade,
Of anger and hate.
Beautiful Soul
Ah! You are a crow!
Though you have an unkind voice,
You have a pure soul!
Blood Gifts
Sacrifice your lamb!
For the gods bring endless gifts,
In exchange for blood.
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