POEM STARTER

Blood Pact

Write a poem which could have this as the title.

Blood Pact

Meet me at the weeping willow tree

At the turn of the century

And we’ll enter into the future wearing white.


Watch me prick my finger on a thorn

And bleed red roses.

I will bloom when the gloom of singledom lifts its fog from my wilting brainstem.


You are a breath of fresh air

In a world of mechanical steam.

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