Passion,
Reminisent of loves first kiss,
Nothing near the devil's bliss.

Haste,
Frozen lakes of pure red blood,
Unlike the blossoms of springs first bud.

Ravage,
The energy of pure emotion,
Ruefully like the flawless commotion.

Tragedy,
What will these actions bring upon the day,
What will, will happen if it may.

Death,
Not the end of life itself,
Take this drink it's for your health.

Reborn,
Winter nights have come and gone,
Passion will restart where it all went wrong...
 
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