#poem #poetry #quote #gore "her eyes have feasted on the dead, and small and shapely is her head, and dark and small her mouth," they said, "and beautiful to kiss; her mouth is sinister and red as blood in moonslight is." then poets forgot their jeweled words and cut the sky with glittering swords; and innocent souls turned carrion birds to perch upon the dead. - the rainbowdrinker by troll conrad aiken
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