Until a corset lattice his patchwork of wounds
Hate from his masters skincarved entombed.
Squaw with a tattooed face a sympathy of scars,
A conspiracy of damaged souls, a pledge to daring Mars;
Aries strength through blood invoke,
Crimson moon their wish bespoke.
Lo, a lifetime’s placidity seemt loathsome when they woke!
Frothing eager the wode pair rode,
Two graves dug in vengeance robed.
Ahead a solid broke the haze and like breath inside the grave was strange.
Dread moon portends an end to days.
Alchemisland 
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