In some stories, innocent witches are burned by the flames of the enraged yet delusional villagers
Yet what if this time, it's the opposite?
Oh look at their cries
Their screams for sympathy
A music to the ears of a true evil witch indeed
They once chose the end to those fairytales
But now, I'll choose the end to their fates
Scream I say, scream till the dark divination of hell hits your poor, pathetic, little face
Wrath in front of me with your tears
Wrath in front of the evil witch whom you once tortured with the light of Grace.
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Stories of a Poet
Short StoryA '' poet '' is a person who writes poems. A mortal with a large variety of space for imaginations. Illusions that only one with a creative eye can see. But how about short stories? Does it have a meaning? Why dont you try and read it out? <3
