A howl echoes through the night, The next morning, the father was gone, The story the mother told her children was wrong, After years if famine, he was not strong, Not enough to return home, On the night where the zombies roam

I am the Villain: a poem

I am the villain, My only passion is chilling, Whoever fights me will die, I won’t even cry, The heroes will fall, I’ll rule them all, Why, cause I am the Villain 🦹‍♀️🦹🦹‍♂️ A bit about the poem: This is my “lighter” version of my poem, after watching Lord of the Rings, I was kindContinue reading “I am the Villain: a poem”

A poem: Born Enslaved

One hundred young Born to be slaves Yet certainly not All of their days Captured unaware Certainly unfair Yet, revenge is near So beware, all who now hear Overthrow the captor Gain freedom right away Beware of your “children”, old hag, You for sure shall not stay

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