An injured woman laid by my side,
Waiting for her days to pass her by.
We waited for hope to flutter by,
But our hope began to die.
Soon a light showed and she knew it was her time.
That time itself later flew by.
I looked wearily to the woman who's light began to flicker,
And I knew she was bound to wither.
The woman soon flickered.
I flickered back.
The light in her eyes began to fade,
Leading to another perfect day.
Though a life ended without a fight,
Another life saw the light.
A cry rang out from above,
And my heart began to corrupt.
The repeating cycle had begun,
It's here for another run.
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Random future sections of stories I might make
General FictionIt's just what the title says. I'm mostly doing to help my writers block. Just a small warning: Violence, profanity, and gore are going to be present in some of the short stories and snip-bits.
