Around, all around, the sinister creatures gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my heart.
It mutilates me, and darkly my
essence drips
...
A howling of the winds she'll hear,
The thunderous sounds - a roar,
No moon in her sky doth appear,
Love's light appears no more.
...
Hey, Im Kayla, and Im the most unique individual you will ever meet. I would like to thank the other Kayla King, for we shared account unknowingly for many years. She and I did not know of each other until we were managing the poetry and realized that we both had poetry in there. Its a funny story, but needless to say we worked things out. Thanks Kayla, You area great writer.)
Im Not Perfect.
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