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Still you

Run from here

Left out

In the cold

Black skies

Circling

End life

Beloved prey

Lonely

You stray

Sever

Every limb

Drenched

In death

Spitting venom

In your flesh.

Drain.

Their.

Souls.

Dry.

Now.

Ascend

Upon them

Piercing

Crimson eyes

Counting

Every wound

Feeding

Until they’re full.

Tear

Skin

From

Bone.