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...