She's a beautiful creation;
She's something no one would think is real.
She soars through the sky with her magnificent, flaming wings.
Despite her fear of fire,
She has the ability to fling balls of flames at you.
But she won't
Because she is a pheonix.
One of the most gentle creatures to live.
He is a polite thing, tall and handsome.
He has fangs,
And can run at the speed of light.
He will not hesitate to snap a man's neck if he needs to.
But he tries to remain calm,
Like his grandfather.
Because not only is he a vampire,
But he's Count Dracula's grandson.
She has a unique talent.
She can paint scenes, good and bad,
And they arrive in the future.
Some people may think it's a curse.
Which is why she locks all her works away,
Never to be seen by the world.
She doesn't want anyone to know that she can foresee the future.
He hides in the shadows,
Lurking deviously for a victim to mess with.
When he spots his play toy,
He captures their shadows and morphs them into the unthinkable.
He's not always devious.
His heart isn't stone.
He just needs a little loving
To make his pain go away.
But no one will know what his deepest secrets are
Because he's a shadow seeker.
One of the only ones so far.
She lives in the shadows as well,
But not in a good way.
Her well known sister, Snow White, doesn't give her any room for the spot light.
Over time,
The evils of depression caught up with her
And her mind grew menacing.
She scared her sister and the seven dwarfs.
She'd become angry,
And her eyes would become blood red.
She is known as Plain White,
but her lust for blood says otherwise.
She isn't plain.
She's just evil on the edges of her soul.
Trying to keep all her anguish in a bottle.
She feared herself too.
More than you could ever imagine.
She tries to hold back from the urges
But her blade, Kindness, is calling to her,
Telling her to kill, kill, kill.
She can transform into a young feline.
When she's human,
Her tail and ears show.
Her parents being shot by hunters
And growing up around Werewolve brothers,
She grew bashful about them.
She keeps her tail between her legs
And her ears are always covered with a hat.
But she doesn't realize the great power she has.
She can control fire, wind, earth, and water.
She has a power that is legendary.
She doesn't think she's of greatness.
She doesn't see what's so good about being a Neko,
But that's only because she doesn't know the power that's being held within her.
These creatures.
These things.
These "monsters".
They're not harmful at all,
But because they can be a great danger,
Or be in danger,
They must hide.
They live in a world where they're at peace.
Where they smile and laugh.
Where they can soar through the sky.
Where they can flash from one place to another.
Where they can paint a picture and not have a care in the world.
Where they can lurk in the shadows.
Where they can have thoughts for murder.
Where they can flaunt around as they please.
Because these creatures have one thing in common.
They all just want to be free.
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Poetry
PoetryTrue poetry comes from the hearts. This is my true poetry, from me to you.
