I am the blood of those which your kind killed The blood of the innocent Which they spilled with ease I am the spirit of the forest Protector of the living And slayer of the living dead I am a child of the moon Who I howl to The pale moon goddess Who looks after me For I am the last of her children My dear moon weeps with sorrow While you rejoice In her children's blood I feel like any other would feel When you are alone... When your mother weeps for The brothers ans sister you lost Howls of joy Turn to Howls of endless pain And sorrow I feel the same As you would
It's a quote I was working for Of my own Blood, but then I felt like making it into a poem. I'm not very good at writing poems, sorry.
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of those which your kind killed
The blood of the innocent
Which they spilled with ease
I am the spirit of the forest
Protector of the living
And slayer of the living dead
I am a child of the moon
Who I howl to
The pale moon goddess
Who looks after me
For I am the last of her children
My dear moon weeps with sorrow
While you rejoice
In her children's blood
I feel like any other would feel
When you are alone...
When your mother weeps for
The brothers ans sister you lost
Howls of joy
Turn to
Howls of endless pain
And sorrow
I feel the same
As you would
It's a quote I was working for Of my own Blood, but then I felt like making it into a poem. I'm not very good at writing poems, sorry.