I am the audience upon the logs
and a infinity if stretched long
A rock by the fireside not hugging the blaze
but a step a head of touch like a never ending maze.
Your roar can hunt me when you awakens the dead
Your engraving, the dried thoughts still fueling a torch to lead.
You sharpens your sword and takes a stricking pose
But sometimes I makes you anxious no matter If the armour hides pros
©alcrux
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Poetry from a Naive Quill
PoetryMusings of a teen who has a soul of a dead poet. I know that I am not a good poet yet but I want to tell my works to others. So here it is. @ALCRUX IS ME. The cover is made by @toxicpot14. She is amazing. The pics used aren't mine nor I have taken p...
