Continuation to the first poem…..
The Lost are not
Not ever or ever
To be taken lightly
Not in this time
Past, Present, or even the future
Their hearts made of ice
Fire in their veins
Black flames in their eyes
A mess of corpse flesh
As if made by inexperience
Rotting teeth
No real strength
But they'll kill you for the one thing they seek
…..Blood……
Chii: Bloody….. Not really poem like though….
Na: YAY! Death!
