A poem written in blood, the blood of the young and the innocent....
Dark cobblestone paths and streets, painted crimson red...
Painted in mortal blood, once living but now dead...
The lining of the streets littered with corpses large and small...
From the elderly to the young, evil killed them one and all...
At his hands they felt cruel deliverence...
For a dark legend foretells, that Evil knows no innocence...
Mercy was all but forgotten at his hands..
Bloodthirsty and wicked as he killed upon these lands...
He searched for one to match him, one to free him from Fate...
But none he found, a discovery which fueled his hate...
All who cross his path knew only suffering in the end...
With his great scythe, their souls and flesh he would rend...
Brave men stood to protect the innocent, but all had failed...
Women and children cowered, in great fear they hailed...
Evil preyed upon them, forever ending their mortal existence...
For on this dark night, Evil knew no innocence...
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The Crimson Chapter
The pages filled with thoughts of an evil mind...yet even evil was once good.
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-_Clim Sartana_-
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