Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Spin around the cozy flowers 'fore the party cowers. Dances, dances, the kids tumble down.
Ring around her finger, the fairy waits for hunger. Glasses, glasses, shattered to the ground.
"Sing the pets to sleep, but take the one I can't keep." Afraid, afraid, the maid took a bow.
Turn and toss in the small pond, her pets won't be sleeping for long. Pulsating, cracking, the eggs open wide.
Run your shame to the exit, desperately trying to claw your way out of it. Vain, vain, all in vain, now you're the one who has to hide.
The deer's horns stab the rose in the back, the lamb's hooves step all over her neck.
Frein tears down the petals, Eern takes care of the rest.
Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies. Such a shame, dead one to blame. For the fairy, it's the end.
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Interpret the story however you want! I wrote this for fun and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Who knows... I might include these OCs in my LMK fanfics?
Not the only book I'm working on, btw. These children come from a fucked up family lineage and yu can count on me to make that message clearer that distilliated water!😉
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Records Of Deer and Lamb.
FantasySomething I thought of bc I was bored. Hope you like it! I'm not much of a poet, so this writting is gonna a bit weird and bad. Basically an old-style fairytale, how dark and messed up they use to be. Why? I like messed up shit! Basically, these two...
