He found a castle. On a lonely little moon in the Septum galaxy. Its walls were barely standing. A gentle breezy could have come and blown it down. The gate was wide up, so he had no trouble getting in. He walked into the court yard too see that it was mostly intacted. The walls needed some patch work ,but it was better than nothing. He noticed one odd thing about the castle. It is normal for castles to be made of stone. Its towers and walls were ment to stand tall and proud to protect everyone within, but they weren't the only things that were made of stone. The grass, the flowers ,the lone tree standing, the doors , the floors, and the strangest one of all the people. All made of stone. People were scattered everywhere. They stood like statues. Normally one would assume they WERE statues, but each face looked different, each had different styles of clothes, each had different heights, different weights, different sizes. They were all to different and too detailed to be statues. There was only 2 things that were similar about them. One they all faced toward the gate some running, some limbing, some crawling. And two, they all had this look of terror in their eyes and faces. They were all running from something. And the source of the terror seemed to come from the throne room. As the Prince aprroched the Throne room he-
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A Boy And His Box
PoetryHey! This is my first time doing something like this so sorry if I suck. This is going to be a book mostly filled with poems I write. I'm going to do other things with later ,so of you don't like poetry stick around for some adventures. This book is...
