Vampires roamed
their blood needs grew
nothing lived nothing died
nothing was new.
But that burned wood
sparked intrest in their head,
to find the witch who could kill
these creatures of the dead.
They looked all around,
but the witch was nowhere to be seen.
So they set aflame every hiding place they'd ever been.
Blue flames they were, cold to the touch.
Roamed across the land freezing things, turning worlds to dust.
Then one new morning,
a heat of red filled the sky,
the witch appeared, a head in hand, a grin tilted high.
Her hands stained red,
her teeth sharp and slick.
The vampires cowered fear as she came near.
She dropped the head.
All battered and bruised.
Her voice was loud for someone so small,
yet made the world blue.
'Stupid creatures you are,
to try to defy me.
So in return you may burn everlasting.'
The world turned hot and red,
blood death gone.
Fires raged on and on.
But once at last,
all things end.
But that doesn't mean,
they won't start again.
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~THE TALE OF BURN~
ChickLitHer mind was destroyed, tattered, broken. Her heart was split, cut, and burned. Her eyes were fire, dancing with the wind. Her tale circled the unexpected, tainting their souls with stories of horror and flames. But as the pages buried the story und...
