"CRIMSON BLOOD "

In the blackest pit where nightmares dwell, I weave my words, a binding spell. With blood as ink and bone as quill, I etch my horrors, a tyrant's will. By moon's eclipse and shadow's scream, I scribe the dark, a demon's dream. Each line a dagger, each word a flame, A pact of terror, none can name. In crypts below where sunlight dies, My verses crawl, where silence lies. A serpentine script of venom's bite, It coils around the heart of night. Through cursed woods and barren plains, My ink drips down like poisoned rains. From every syllable, shadows rise, To feast on hope, to blind all eyes. The quill, a fang of ancient dread, With every stroke, a soul is bled. I summon legions, wraiths, and blight, From depths untouched by morning's light. My parchment screams with every mark, A testament to the abyssal dark. In blood they writhe, in pain they churn, In endless fires, forever burn. So read my script, if brave you dare, But know your soul I’ll strip and snare. For evil reigns in every phrase, A curse that haunts, a blaze that stays. ~ BY CHAOTIC ✒️