Forged in fire, rain, and tears
I became my greatest fear
A monster with soft doe-like eyes
Whose mouth smiles as it spills forth lies
Who bends back head to get to neck
Thou dark hand of death, now doth beck
So cling to bony, chilly hands
And try to find joy in blood-drenched lands
Created before: July 2006
Last Edited: 23 December 2008
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