The Prophesy

13 0 0
                                    

Another poem, continuing on from the last ones.

The Prophesy
The flower was brought here for a reason,
And it was an act of self-treason.
The boy and girl in the striped hoods
Tried to do what was right and good,
Bound together by their determination,
But soon a flower reached its' own salvation.
The Angel of Death needs to come back again,
To save all of his family and friends...
But will he free them or will he die?
He didn't want to say goodbye
again. But he has to get rid of the Death Lily
Or he will forever be alone.

Chara's Art BookWhere stories live. Discover now