¨Fear¨ is the thing with fangs-
That hides in the shadows-
And crows to the tune of Silence-
Never ending- everlasting -
And in the void, a sweet song is heard
That makes the fangs retract
For there is a Fire burning bright
That chases away the Fear
I've felt it only once before
When I first met Them
Yet- I can't describe- how it sounds
No matter how familiar It seems
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Poems I guess
PoetryThis is going to be the poems I write when I'm bored, I guess. They're not that good in my opinion but maybe some of you will like them.
