He was there,
Nobody special.
But;
He always ran
Ran from
His past.
He changed
Or he thinks
He did.
He wanted to prove
To them
That he
Is not the one,
Who stood there,
Watching those monsters
Hurt his brother
In ways
Better left unsaid.
Hearing his cries
And not being
Able to do
Anything.
That he is not the one
Who is mourning
His only family.
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Their Stories
PoetryThey are not always the people who they seem to be, sometimes there is a reason for them being who they are and doing what they do. This is a set of four poems describing the stories of the hero, the villain, the heroine and the villainess. It would...
