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!