The myth of the fiery fiend has spread.
Red hair that rivals the raging flames,
The eyes that encase the universe.
She paces in a carpet of blood,
Sword glinting in malice.
For she wanders with one thought in mind,
Conquer the kingdoms,
Bring them to their knees.
Wanted by hunters,
Requested by Kings.
Her beauty one in a million,
A breathtaking sight indeed.
Do not be fooled,
For you shall be led to your demise.
Her weapon coated in resentment,
By a single strike shall you be put to eternal rest.
Deemed as a monster of greed,
A thing that finds pleasure in taking lives.
But has no one seen past the mask?
The hostility she displays,
Is the result of thy mistreating.
I was the child you abused,
The child you slandered,
I am the monster you created.
The name's 𝙔𝙪𝙠𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝘼𝙨𝙖𝙝𝙞, the fiery fiend of the North.
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PoetryCome, and let us dance in my garden of poetry. The photos and artworks I will be using is not mine. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either t...
