Bright white lights ignite the night sky
A frightful sight that might invite more
Angels bled till they were all bone-dry
A dreadful red drowned the whole shore
Hold your saints now little darling
As though they'll help you brave this war
Watch the dragons circling, circling
Painting pictures with the gore

06/25/2009

Author's Note: :-)

Posted on 06/25/2009
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