To The Blood
by Meridian
The playground of
Tragedy and Comedy
echoes through the mind of
the Preternatural ones,
bound for time to certain
roles and certain lies.
But Devil or Angel which?
And the Mask goes deeper.
The Storm comes with her
starving glory. And
neither Man nor Creature
shall know the difference of
the Dark and the Light.
The Crimson in our frail
perfection, takes us all
But who will wear the
Mask?
