by J.J. Campbell
death never
looked as
lovely as
you
these lonely
nights bring
out the
darkness
in us all
as the full
moon cracks
open another
dawn
the taste of
blood brings
the fever pitch
of battle to
the lips of
wounded
souls
if there ever
was a good
time for a
reckoning
we have
found it
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the first stanza kills it, JJ!
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