BrokenWings_Sene
09-26-2005, 09:06 PM
Crimson red,
Blood shot.
As Dusk soon approches,
You start to hear the flutter of wings.
Wings of Scared birds?
Or wings of a Bat?
You can hear faint crys
Crys of Help?
Or crys for enjoyment?
Light of moon
Soon glows red.
As if to follow it children.
All thirsty for blood
Wishing the noght would not end.
But that wish can never be granted.
As the sun begins to rise,
The moon begins to set.
Good night my children
Its says to night will be even for
Blood thirsty
Blood shot.
As Dusk soon approches,
You start to hear the flutter of wings.
Wings of Scared birds?
Or wings of a Bat?
You can hear faint crys
Crys of Help?
Or crys for enjoyment?
Light of moon
Soon glows red.
As if to follow it children.
All thirsty for blood
Wishing the noght would not end.
But that wish can never be granted.
As the sun begins to rise,
The moon begins to set.
Good night my children
Its says to night will be even for
Blood thirsty