A poem for CTY
Then the fireworks turned to fireflies and the world said goodnight
Slowly the watchers turned to players and the planners set their pawns
I remember seeing the queen turned to a killer and the kingdom fell with her daughter
All the time
Hell on the rise
Satan here he comes
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Philophobia
PoetryAssorted 100% original poetry pieces. Also some random excerpts from small stories (also original). Philophobia: (n.) a fear of love, falling in love WARNING: Indirect and direct references to sexual assault, depression, self-harm and suicide
