Under the lake, sits gold and pale
A wretched snake, in frozen jail
As thieves above, lived and flourished
From their love, the snake is nourished
Rid its tomb, the snake will feast
As willows bloom, so does the beast.
A.N:
Short and maybe sweet. I don't know. I always liked the feel of this one.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
