Blood Month
September, October, November all true
the months of red leafs, skies no longer blue
as the days turn to dark red ember
in draws near the month of November
the lord and his lady, in phlebotomy conjoin
a mask was the body, a light in its rain
a waited was she, whom desired his reign
her knife awaited he, resistance was in vain
the dreary sight of kalah azotemia
during the blood month November
the life of a hemophobia
twisted into desperation during the month of the bleeder
the silk of the essence, the rich red wine
willing was he, to give her his life
shared by the lovers throughout all time
through this phlebotomy, in which he shared with his wife
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