I am not a demon nor a devil, but a mere goat under the cabin. I come from the family of mystery and scare, from the depths and the highs. But they are nothing to me, I am not them. Instead, I sliced their horns off in the garden that they call their chambers but I call it the revenge scar but it is only on my cheeks to show. I hunt and find for their secrets and weapons; our place is empty and therefore is my runaway five years ago. Call me not your Shepherd, but the sheep who was left in the forest alone. I strive for power but not from darkness and red. Will you join me?
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The Dark Fairy Choir Cries in the Meteor Garden (Peotry)
PoetryA horror/fantasy themed, startling with fear, poetry with battling against the mysterious darkness and even comfort with it. The hope representation even though everything is lost or the feeling of failure, anxiety, death, betrayal, confusion and re...
