Chapitre 1: Crimson shower
Crimson shower pouring down
I stood high with my crown
Did I heard the screams and pleas?
Dead don't have such abilities
Gone through the life once
Have worn down my patience
They will come to realize soon
Getting rid of shack is boon
Grief and sense of loss is vain
For their road will start again
Comes their time to return
Unknowingly their heart too, yearn!
This Last line line is only for the bug that is eating last lines of chapters.
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AsterAnemone
AsterAnemone I love to write stories, but I lack stamina and patience. My ideal medium thus is Poetry to tell my tales.
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