Hey you. Yes you, you who reads my words, Listen to my call for I am the bearer of bad news.
Sense the Don of mankind I have known to be a ruthless being. Seeking blood for I was mad, traveling an ocean of read blood (red Sea) Known to fear nothing but mankind.
Why? you ask, well let me tell you my tale.
So here I was in the 15th century standing along after the journey of red blood, outside the sea waves clashed.
My feet felt the cold sand, and my only companian was Billy the fish. As we pondered the marvels view a voice cried and it sounded urgent.
Do we found our self on the scene of the cry just like a gambling nights, and there they where the regret "Human"
"un hand her at once" I cry
"But she is a which" a man claimed
"No I am a scientist" the women protested
"Burn her by the stick" another man demanded
A which? She was the an alchemist, a ponder of mysterious, lost history is man's falt.
So I thought Why not change man, maybe they will understand the price, with greed and bride I stood tall and by Billys beard we were almost burn by the stick- somehow.
But somehow we fled, and learned that wishes don't come true.
This by the way is my attempt to write a narrative peom which I clearly failed to do so 😂😧
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A poet by night
PoetryPoetry is a passion,words of wisdom and a endless possibilities of speech. In poetry we laugh, we cry, we fight for cost, and it's all composted in simple letters summarized in single page that's spelled in simple title ...
