Hell Blood

My poems are of many varieties. This is of the dark/mysterious section…

The hell blood runs red
cold with fear of clear air.
The hell blood stops dead
frozen with disseat.
The hell blood travels on
forever with silver.

By Rebekah Wilkie
Published: 2/12/2008

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