10 March 2022, Before sunrise
Thaw my soul
Fangs of flight,
Scour the night,
Through and through for blood.
***
Time’s of essence;
The sunrise unpleasant,
A limit unto my heart.
***
Once about hunger;
Now about warmth,
The very thing
That thaws my soul!
***
I’ll find you;
Because I need you
Blood not for thirst,
Blood for the cold.
***
Blood I envy
Blood I once had.
Blood I would marry,
Blood I would protect.
***
~ End ~
- Hint: Blood can be taken literally or figuratively, depending on the instance.
- Take *** as spacing.
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I can agree that blood can be used on anything figuratively and literally.
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