Blood
drips down and pools in little eddies—
swirls of life.
Warm. Metallic. Salty.
Tarns of crimson cradled in stone.
A cup to catch the ransom
for our life.
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Crimson Reflection
Blood
drips down and pools in little eddies—
swirls of life.
Warm. Metallic. Salty.
Tarns of crimson cradled in stone.
A cup to catch the ransom
for our life.
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melenoria 