Night

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”

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