The End of all - Poetry

in The City of Neoxian11 months ago


A heart set on war,
For enemies converged from all around,
Destruction of ways,
Led to the path now.

Cast aside as an outcast,
On the way it was to be,
A turn that quite did not fall int place,
There it was marked in the past,
A point that changed it all.

Frail was the mind,
That wandered into the distance,
Unaware of what came next,
Or what was the result.

Burnt to the edge,
Set free,
A monster unleashed,
Brought with it,
The end to all.

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