Poems from Zabel Seishimugen

Torn apart between Two guardians’ religions As well as my own Torn apart between Celebrating both of two worlds Or neither at all Torn...
Blood drips from murderous assaults Onto the rich soil of the earth Its crimson essence cries to all That Life will no longer give birth...
If there were no such things as thieves I would simply assume I lost my stuff Yet there they are crawling around town Making daily life...
Eternity hides this secret from us all Beyond realms forged of the call On the glowing fiery Star Never to taste the void’s chill Yet it...
If you should walk at night when The Moon wears her charcoal mask Hide under lamplight or you shall be Snatched away by the Crimson...

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