Poems from KuroKitsune
The boy sat alone in the dark, he did not cry nor did he smile. No, this boy did not feel because he was nothing but a shell, and a shell...
Red scars run along my arm
Blood dripping down
A Red River runs far
And a child bathes in his pain
The Red River is diluted
With a single...
The Broken Clock
Set upon the mantle
That which once marked time
Now sits, forgotten by its master
The shattered glass falls like rain...
Hair as black as nightDarker than fair fae stepping lightDancing dancing through forest wildLight as a Lynx and innocent as a childNow hear...
What does a man need?
Is it the feel of a cold breeze?
Is it the cool taste of a fresh fruit?
Is ihands as knotted as a tree's root?
Do...