Old Blood Curse

There some, that speak, of maiden death,
Blood as rain and lifeless breath.
It speaks a tale where shadows hide,
As light of rays that never side.
She storm to heed the worldly thread,
Consume to those whose life were lead.
For fear remains in cursed form,
To all beware the night be born.


Art: Fear the Old Blood by Disposable D

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