"But I'm really not a hero."
I am that pink-haired pixie
who felt immediate guilt
upon striking a deal with a fate.
A fate who manipulates to twist destinies. He pretends to help heartbroken fools for amusement.
He leaves a trail of
corpses in his wake.
A fate whose slender finger
was once
lightly grazing skin
is now a dagger
to the neck,
heart hammering wildly.
The Prince of Hearts.
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Fates
PoetryOUABH & Caraval Writing This collection will include: - poetry - some thoughts - and more THERE WILL BE SPOILERS. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHANIE GARBER. THIS STORY BELONGS TO @LuminaryMarigold
