"Scarlet Moon"
"Scarlet Moon"
..The black flowers of Death blossom under the scarlet moon..
..As the moon's red beam shines down upon the flowers..
..Their petals move as if blown by the wind..
..But there is none..
..Slowly as they begin to show their true form..
..The sun rises..
..And they wither away..
A poem By: TheAngelOfDeath
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