In the shadows he lurks, a ghostly unknown
His eyes cold and piercing, his smile sly and prone
To temptation, a tempter to get lost
His voice a whisper, his touch a stone
He's a puzzle wrapped in mystery, a challenge to ignite
His past shrouded, his future uncertain, but full of fright
He's a half-blood boy, with a familiar face
But a soul that's coy, and a dangerous grace
He speaks of secrets, and whispers of lies
He tells tales of adventure, and stories of lives
He's a wild card, a force to be reckoned with
A half-blood boy, with a story yet to be written
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Twisted Musings: A Collection of Contradictions
PoetryThis a humble endeavor to capture the different facets of life as I see it. These poems/shorts are an attempt to make sense of the world and my place in it through the medium of words. They may not always seem entirely coherent, but they come from t...
