The story of the angelic witch-born
Is not for the faint of heart
It twists and turns
And breaks and burns
And never falls apart
It destroys spirit
And sears it
Although the story may feel drawn out
You would do wise to remember
The lesson
Of that night in December
The child born
The creators torn
A savior made
Out of death
Within it's laid
In winter's breath
That last day
Of silent months
That light lay
And darkness be born
Forevermore
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DarkAngel
FantasyWhen Axel Woodard got a new neighbor, he did not expect she would be a supernatural creature. Stella Jade is wild and free, and he begins to connects with her. But with every good thing, there is always something bad. *Author's Note* I wrote this in...
