Bewinged Poems - Poems about Bewinged

..."Denmother, this forlorn morn I'll be without Her scorn.. Gone from Her deceptive songs, Never again shall I do wrongs!" Seventh summer Moon arose, My life drawing to a close and sleep with d......

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...My veins now spill forth scarlet waters, Rent by serrated silver teeth. Like Her breast sinewed all life, Fervoured my wrist, when She jilted me... Repleted by once Her love; Now became Death, a......

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