'Mirror, speak to thee, who is the ugliest and wicked of them all, in the land of destructive realm' pleading the so-called evil Sire revolted by the locals who detested his rule and power over the kingdom, relinquishing in golden attire and golden tears veiling his dark world within his soul. Reflecting his sorrow invoking its pity, tragedy struck within the sight of the replicated figure, coldly, pitifully answering 'Well, youth had swallowed your wroth and now your terror had halted one worse than your storm is about to suffocate those who would detest you, would lovingly spite that shudder of hope more than you, so wait upon the dragon's scales and call upon like a foolish wolf howl towards the closed gates of your companions long lost at the grave'.
Although ridiculous and outlandish, the human trusted his own madness, his own object which he falsely claimed used to corrupt other now corrupting him.
Out laid his cloak upon the mountain of the foolish corrupters of the world, flesh of its prey in their jaws and skin of their allies grasped within their claws, now they became elapsed upon the repeating songs and lyrics of insanity giving madness a shameful place upon their thrones while remotely controlling their games, continuously reciting the qoute 'mirror, mirror on the wall who is devilish of them all, I the corrupter or my greedy gorge.
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Mirrored Childhood Tales
Poesia#29 #poetrycontest A twist of misfortune and chaos in my own tales formulated through my poems, one that decides the fate of the character, the crimes, the mystery, the death, the demis and their utmost desire fulfilled. this collection entails the...
