As he sat there with a look so grim.
He thought about the memories that stayed with him.
There was a time, a millennia ago,
A kingdom which every child would know.
Happiness all around, with smiles so bright,
And there he was, as a silver knight.
Vast green plains, blue skies above,
And in his arms; his one true love.
YOU ARE READING
The Boy who cries blood
PoesieA story written in the form of verse, I'll post a part a day, enjoy :). Note: This sonnet is dedicated to my friend Athir, I miss you bud. Hope you're happy up there.
