I honestly felt like the lion, and she was the lamb.
And like any true predator, I had my intention.
To devour, to destroy.
The nymph-like creature.
With stars for eyes and a too big heart.
Who saw my ways.
Who knew I lied.
Who saw me coming from a mile.
The brave little thing that met my anger with a smile.
The lion fell in love with the lamb.
How could i?
Such things don't happen to kings.
Such things are for the weak.
My nymph.
Sweet.
I bet her blood would be just as sweet.
Nectar. Ambrosia.
But I can't.
The lion fell in love with the sheep.
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Poetry"I'm desperately trying to heal myself." •. •. •. •. •. I strongly believe art isn't supposed to be pretty, or liked and understood by the masses. Art is supposed to make you unco...
