The Sky looked down on the worlds. One particular world in fact. It looked down in sorrow and pity at what humanity had wrought there. It wept for the youth that faced these terrors, and the darkness it left on thier souls. It cried and howled and sent flashes of its frustrated anger out across the land. Indignantly wailing at Fate. But Fate was busy elsewhere and unaffected by the petty wills of the Sky.
And it is into this world, of black skies and the inescapeable nature of fate, one soul was thrust. Born howling almost as loud as the wind, Heath had only taken twelve breaths before his mother died. And so he began to tread the path Fate had so cruelly carved out for him.
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31 Days Of Imagination (Poetry)
PoetryI set myself a challenge for this month to write a new thing every day. This is the outcome, I hope you like it. I will be adding stuff as I go along. NOTE- PLEASE DON'T JUST READ THE FIRST POEM IN THIS SERIES, MAYBE CHOOSE ONE AT RANDOM! :)
