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Druid Romance
gazing upon this laconic sky
eyes fixed on his blue-ribbon moon.
with a wisp of moth-wings
bearing witness of the night to come.
under your witchery
with labored breathing i have succumb.
rivers of rage ebb and flow
from the banks of hate within.
a fire of demonic breed
flows as lava within these veins.
the need to kill, the need for blood,
prism of life... all that remains.
your face upon this night sky,
are you friend or are you foe?
looking behind your sinister eyes
a clouded heart emitting a soft glow.
it is now that only you and i shall know
just how far this release of pain will go.
i am praying, howling through
glass shards from this broken moon.
hoping for the rise of a blood soaked dawn
hearing your whimpers in this screaming gloom.
my growls are harsh with age of old longing,
as i sing my song of love to this blood moon.
in a time long ago from a curse
Gods thrown upon my back i was born.
living through centuries feeding
from the innocents, their flesh torn.
this has become my suffering fate
i breathe my last breath and forever mourn.
eyes fixed on his blue-ribbon moon.
with a wisp of moth-wings
bearing witness of the night to come.
under your witchery
with labored breathing i have succumb.
rivers of rage ebb and flow
from the banks of hate within.
a fire of demonic breed
flows as lava within these veins.
the need to kill, the need for blood,
prism of life... all that remains.
your face upon this night sky,
are you friend or are you foe?
looking behind your sinister eyes
a clouded heart emitting a soft glow.
it is now that only you and i shall know
just how far this release of pain will go.
i am praying, howling through
glass shards from this broken moon.
hoping for the rise of a blood soaked dawn
hearing your whimpers in this screaming gloom.
my growls are harsh with age of old longing,
as i sing my song of love to this blood moon.
in a time long ago from a curse
Gods thrown upon my back i was born.
living through centuries feeding
from the innocents, their flesh torn.
this has become my suffering fate
i breathe my last breath and forever mourn.
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