I belong to the ruler of death, death that I can't not escape from. Death is evil within me, being raised from evil death makes it hard for me…that is inescapable, death will follow, death will be on my side even when my death roll comes to me. Deaths sharp wide smile, his dark red hair like blood, his big bright yellow green eyes like staring into your soul. His touch and grasp will make you shiver and his sharp grin and his hot breath and his deep hard whisper will take away all of your being..
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queen of moon and the king of the sun
Storie brevisome short poems or short stories