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The call of the wild one

As the crow flies 'Cross the teal skies And the moon dines On the night As the dog howls Across the town And the last cloud Fades from sight As the darkness breaks And your skin Crawling with the evening ghosts starts to freeze When the moon has turned to blood And darkness feasts on the sun I'll be calling you, calling you Madness I'll be calling for you, calling for you Insane! Well I sharpened my tongue On the angel's wings To try to pierce the sound of my own laughter Darkness knows no throne but my soul I am the devil's glorious bastard When the moon has turned to blood And darkness feasts on the sun I'll be calling you, calling you Madness I'll be calling for you, calling for you Insane! You asked me for a rose As pretty as your nose So I searched and I found if Right before my eyes I hung the fool moon round your thin neck and you Rose into the sky Do not ask me why Cos I've lost all reason tonight and I'll be calling you, calling you Madness I'll be calling for you, calling for you Insane!

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Date: 12/5/2016 11:49:00 PM
Wow a dark poem witty and stark in thrilling refrains. Blood moon eh, evocative. Kudos. U have a name that caught my attention coz I'm indoarabian. Pls do comment my latest poem too.
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