Tears Shed No More

Tears of blood, Last shed. In the deeds of curiosities pale face, As Sorrow uproots a pilgrimage of ache It forces a, Laughter wallowing in joy’s death. Now Rage is embodied with a grin, But wrath ever blossoming into deaths, Hand. For, A, “It’s” Once crimson heart, sweet with the taste of life. “A Heart” now bitter, in the essence of shadows Lament. For Now, My, “Soul bound” Master has Bestowed a steed upon me, And its rein bestows death upon, Angels, and Demons alike, And the newly dead