Book of blood

Fairy tale written
in blood
stone cold heavy heart
plant of an evil seeds
carried by gust wind
of miscreant deeds.
Land desolated and black
nothing grows there
(except)
fear and hatred.
For it’s outstanding merit
of writer making
the story in blood
misled to the
ending of light
blind to see the words
in the pitch black dark
he writes his own
inglorious end.

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