Poems from Ciera_95

A simple sin In the cold of night A bound rope In a secluded house A fearful child In an atrocious life A broken chair In a silent room A...
His white muzzle is concealed in crimson The rogue at his feet heaves its last breath Sure of its death he limps away Back to his pack He...
We are the Best The Bravest At least that’s what is said Over and Over again Even after our Last Breath We are the Strongest The Fearless...