I've had a poet's syndrome a few years back. It's been a while, but I'm still good.
Learned of space in a physics class?
Well, not everything's true,
Four worlds, none of us will pass,
Yes, it sounds out of the blue.
The first world, leading and dominant,
The second, were forests sing,
In the third, monsters are present,
The fourth with unspeakable things.
Some dimensions are quiet and green-y,
Some are where shadows loom,
Some are built, high like a city,
Some you cross to your doom.
Armas, Nodums, people and else,
All roam them up and down,
Ones like horrors, ones like gems,
All ruled by the same crown.
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30 day writing challenge
RandomThis book has 3 purposes. 1) Convince me I got more time for other Wattpad stories 2) Dump random ideas about my novel. 3) Pry off my author's-syndrome.
