Forming, changing rapidly
Burning, unbelievably
Inhuman
Unfeeling
Who is one to call you healing
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in the skies
It's everywhere
It's unstoppable
It's fire.
YOU ARE READING
Souls of the Forgotten
PuisiHello, Scribes! Some people have argued that since I am a poet, I should be writing poetry. And I can see what they mean: it's not in my name for nothing! This collection of my original poetry should probably show that I can write several types of l...
