3_Looking for Narnia
Curious spheres as dark as the panther,
straight ahead, saw a city on fire.
A fire that sparked as it waited for the end of War,
Slowly getting impatient since the end seemed far.
Clueless of the dangerous challenges ahead,
One slept with insomnia on a stone bed.
Next morning the burning sun was up high;
suddenly to be consumed by darkness.
The fear of the unknown was getting stronger,
as a result, the screams and footsteps kept getting louder;
And the walls got covered in shadows of the night,
While the whistles of the dead echoed into my world,
Fusing all my lights.
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A Road to Black & White
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