langst one-shots

Litte Blue

He realized he didn't have a place to belong,
Nowhere to sing his own little song.
Nobody would listen to poor little blue,
Nobody would listen, not even you.
Days felt like weeks,
As he buried himself into his sheets.
Poor little blue cried out his pain;
Nobody would listen, they had nothing to gain.
Everyday got harder,
And yet he grew smarter.
No one could have guessed what they had caused.
Everything that one day had just paused.
A poor little paladin, covered in red,
Smeared his own blood all over his bed.
He simply died, leaving only one thing.
"I guess I found a new place to sing."
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ha i suck at poetry :)