crowboy cowered in fear as she approached him
"you called me here for what, you peasant?"
his smile was pleasant, and he extended a hand
"i brought you back to life, i hope you understand"
a quick glance at her body bestowed a present
she wasn't rotting anymore, this bird was free of sin
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
