понеделник, 4 юни 2012 г.

For My Little Rose...

Scarlet like blood are the thorny Roses
And the Wolfman becomes frenzied by the crimson Moon.
Is this why Wolves so much crave for Roses?
For their undying, yet hurting beauty when they bloom?
Or is it fragility beneath that lures the Hollows,
One shall never know why this track He follows...

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