Poetry which borders the line between good and evil, light and dark.
Life and Death.
At that small teetering edge to bright oblivion, a single breathless beam of hope is found and just in the flicker of a second, the world tilted back to black and white from the thin brink of toppling over, to the restoration of a total fulfilled
Balance
Tophie's Note
And... Here we are.. The very end, the purpose of the sleepless nights and endless cries.. Balance.
Fear not!! I've still got my surprise chapter coming up!!
Published: 07-June-2018
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Coven Of Words ✔
PoetryCoven: A group or meeting of Witches. Coven Of Words: A group or meeting of Words. Letters come together And become words forever Come along with me We're the only people in life for free. Highest ranking: 471 in Poetry Third place winner: The...
