Forsooth I no longer toil in
vain
To prove that demon pox
warps the brain
So though 'tis pity, it's not in
vain
That the pox-ridden worm was
Slain
For to believe in me, you all
Must deign
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Will Herondale's collection of poems
FanfictionHey guys, this is a collection of all of Will's poems from the infernal devices. I do not own the right to any of these poems, all of these rights belong to Cassandra Clare
