| Mostly a little bit of OC work.I love to do FanArt too. |


Crimson and MidnightAlone he sits, Waiting for the ones who spit On his crimson and midnight wings. When he catches sight, He springs. He takes flight, Those who his wrath seeks, And his own ghostly sleek Take to the skys of the cold night.Crimson and Midnight
As soon as his prey's dead, He takes what's left of the head, Staking it high for all to see. Making sure he can see she.
He is an artist in what he does Spreading death from high above. He twists the bones, Contorting the spines, Even when the sockets groan, Only to make a design of his own.
| Mostly a little bit of OC work.I love to do FanArt too. |
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