Blood Rune Lines - Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Transcends time

Blood runs
deep to sleep

Memories of ancient linage
still drive this body alive

Wisdom of the ages
such have many ignored

Special gifts of those
you know I speak

Still passed down
so few to keep

Minds are muddled
instead of cuddled

Knowledge will in the culling
be cut from they of those

Whom have such gifts Called GRACE

Poems by Uloia Norris Moore

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