Without the fear of cruelty
his sword chopped her source of beauty the existence of her might
then twisted the nature
of her golden envy to the bloodbath of jealousy, never did she weep in his presence even when her wings burned through his fumes instead smirked and whistled 'is this is all you can do, slash my feathers and Goldilocks hair?' mocking him more with the unleash of laughter, knew her hair would grow and her wings would heal without the potion he captured and sold so she angered him more until her eyes burned then what happened next? Falco Berigora awoke and came to the rescue her pet, her dragon, the full transformation of a singing bird 'oh dear me, you seem to have awoken my savior, my warrior, and my kind, what should you do know? Run or hide?'
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Mirrored Childhood Tales
Poetry#29 #poetrycontest A twist of misfortune and chaos in my own tales formulated through my poems, one that decides the fate of the character, the crimes, the mystery, the death, the demis and their utmost desire fulfilled. this collection entails the...
