Author's Note: I have no excuse. Random poem 'bout B and L. I do not own the characters, but if I did, my room would have the juicy smell of lemons.
Blood is to B
As
Sweets are to L
A fractured reflection
So imperfect
Is the only thing you see
The red lights the dark
The dark smothers life
The elixir of humanity
Is smeared on the walls
Sacrilege
It is sweet