A life full of bloom was always an ill-fated doom,
The vision of this one constantly full of gloom,
All he lived was a dull life,
His heart remains overflowing with strife,
The colors nonexistent as his gaiety,
Human who remains of thee,
Shall set us all free,
For this all started with the witch and her tree,
Amidst the mysterious wonders,
He will terminate your glee.
(End of the poem. This is not a chapter. I simply made this out of mere boredom from working on Chapter 11 Part 2. In the meantime enjoy this little poem I made.)
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The Mimic: Origins
HorrorThis is a book containing stories that have to do with the popular game "The Mimic" on roblox. Book cover made by: meko_eko (on Discord) They do commissions as well so feel free to support them :) Their carrd: https://mekocomm.carrd.co/ Greatest h...
