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  • Wreckage

    Posted August 13, 2013 by batmanismine

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    As she stood tall silluette, a ghost outline blocking the horizon blood matting her hair in the wind her muddy fingers filthy with the blood of those she fell with her mighty sword a blade left to rust  as th Read More...

  • The Bane Produced

    Posted August 13, 2013 by BlakeCrowe

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    Have I grown in death Or hast the darkness Taken hold Of my dearest Memories Has it drained My deepest loves of pleasure And drowned the moon In the Bane produced thereof Dost the life within me wane Upon the sight of th Read More...

  • Prophet of the Waking Moon

    Posted August 13, 2013 by BlakeCrowe


    Do I abhor The Waking Moon Or love those beneath it Am I a made Monstrocity Which has no place Amongst the civil Do I embrace the rose's thornsAnd drink her nectar Or do I pretend ignorance And regret my sins Am I to fad Read More...

  • Yes, My Love

    Posted August 12, 2013 by BlakeCrowe

    2 Likes 349 Views

    In this Betreaded body Doubt controls limbs, no longer mine And as I commit last breaths to sight of her I vanquish mine eyes For last sights hold dreaded truth within. Why my beauty, dost thou harm my heart? Why my love Read More...

  • The Lady

    Posted August 12, 2013 by BlakeCrowe

    1 Comment 361 Views

    She a deed the blighted breathe, Spawn of love and tar. Blackened by me, to twist and sheathe My blade within her sickly sore Pleased by pain, she stayed my love For its base relief bade her come. A plight to rival sight Read More...

  • Two Souls, Not One

    Posted August 12, 2013 by BlakeCrowe


    Once again, this bloody urge A perfect compliment To all your lovely words. Times unfold as, You take me away To places known Only by you and I. Please the mind, please the soul But still you find, An abscence in the Hea Read More...

  • We Fell In Love

    Posted August 12, 2013 by BlakeCrowe


      We fell in love, With blood on our lips And mutilated minds, To pleasure our souls With the feast of each other. We raised the death, So far above our heads And drank of its thought, To let us live again. So why Read More...