The world turned a livid red, as surely as if the bastard bent over XIII's shoulder and spikes of crimson hid him from view.
That is such lovely imagery, I like trying to capture that kind of ..poetry (yes, I know that word's kind of lame, but I have no other way to explain it cos I no good at writing. ^__^) in my atmospheric pieces.
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The world turned a livid red, as surely as if the bastard bent over XIII's shoulder and spikes of crimson hid him from view.
That is such lovely imagery, I like trying to capture that kind of ..poetry (yes, I know that word's kind of lame, but I have no other way to explain it cos I no good at writing. ^__^) in my atmospheric pieces.