Crimson Wings
On crimson wings I fly
Twixt night and day I fly in crimson wake,
there is no rest, there is no haven.
On crimson wings I flee
there is no joy there is no love
only fear and pain ,sorrow and malice
On crimson wings I fly searching
Searching for the way
The way out of this cursed place
Where the living and the dead know no bounds
For this I hunt on my wings
Covered in my blood dripping crimson
I fly not knowing where i go
I wander endlessly
Waiting for the shadows
To finish me
Copyright © Rena Kiya | Year Posted 2012
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