(It's Absolutely not W.D. Gaster poetry what are you talking about, don't be ridiculous haha)
No more rhythm, No more Rhyme
Out Of step, Out of time
Tumbling to his darkest deed
There is a words you ought to heed,
Dark, darker, darkest stands,
Beware the man who speaks with hands,
As he falls he fades away,
He is lost for words to say
His words are stiff and rhythm dead,
Like reading through a mouthful of bread
Try as he might, you can't force an art,
A soulless man can't make a work of heart
Start at the end, and work in the dark,
A dog will sing, but you hear bark,
You weren't meant to know, so never will,
Poets have a void to fill,
He fell apart, his heart is breaking,
He writes even when his hands are shaking
Tears, tears, holes and blood,
Open the gate, here comes the flood
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories and Drabbles
Historia Cortajust some short writing pieces, mostly class tasks that didn't, in my opinion at least, suck entirely
