🔇Unknown Singer
[A figure appears, shadowed in the darkness that cloaks the surroundings]
Why try to save her?
Why try to force events to occur?
Why try to piece back her shattered mind?
[Glass pieces circle out of the darkness, shatter, and fall to the floor]
You may not like what you find.
No need to look at her scars;
[The figure approaches closer, and we can see an image of the girl that shimmers in the air before dissolving]
Keep her under lock and bars.
Just give her back to me;
Don't force what cannot be.
[The figure steps forward, in a hooded cloak, holding a dagger. It's red eyes meet ours, glinting dangerously, and it all fades to black. . .]
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Well. I'm sure that this will not have any consequences in story, or result in another character moving into the sadist wing of my head!
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Music of Life
PoesiaThis is a book of songs and poems that I've written, and the theatrical versions of them that I think it would be. Hope you enjoy!
