Serene sunlight filters through the treetops
A soft honey gold cascading the grove
The wind murmurs alluring billet-doux
From the tree tops a simple ivory dove
Sings a song of adoration and awe
A great devotion to their call; sounding
Out the roar of the romance. An outlaw
Runs in the forest grove his feet pounding
To the beat of love carrying the soul
Of Redamancy; so pure and wholesome.
But as he runs from the law; the control
Of the merciless Malum who's beat strum
To the sound of the noxia and wickedness
The beast of the Amare Forest awakens
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Random One-Shots
Короткі історіїOne-Shots of random ideas that I think of Most of this is stuff I have to write for my creative writing class I will take request
