Cries were heard and the baby was born,
Everyone rejoiced as they heard his cries.
Doctors, parents, grandparents alike held him with adorn,
Slowly his cries softened and he opened his eyes,
His eyes; they were bright and deep - resembled skies.
Some time passed and the toddler began to crawl,
Just born to a child, 'Oh, how the time flies,'
Little by little the baby was a grown man standing tall.
Like any other adolescent he took a liking towards football,
He made many friends and everyone was praising his might.
With each goal he made, a girl would fall,
To his unending charm, and the evergreen light.
It became apparent that the boy is a knight shining waiting to be seen,
Only by the girl of his dreams, to make her his Queen.
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'The Northridge Ripper' Oh my Goodness Amazingly written story. Everybody who are interested in dark stories should definitely read it..!!
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