Shrike
Gleaming steel bloodied blades height so tall victims abound kill them all Three feet tall or just above four thorned arms the killing embrace just watch as the blood just flows Raining now slowly down like rose petals of deep red like it's eyes the gleam of rubies struck by light controller of time disappears out of sight.
2 Comments:
Nice, I always like a Hyperion reference. Who doesn't love the Shrike!
Thanks! Maybe I should do another poem on a second favorite; Martin Silenus :P The Shrike just rocks my socks :D
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