A.N: This is an old poem I wrote about three years ago I think. It's in the point of view of an OC friend of his.
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Why can you never see
the thread of fate that ties
thee to me.
Why do you only see the
pretty face glimpsed in a
time of haste.
Why do you never look back
and see the pain you cause me.
Of secret longing and hidden fantasies,
you never notice the lies I tell to hide
the scars from your betrayal.
A never ending stream of hate
flows through my veins as I look
upon the product of her loins.
The child that was never hers to create,
that would leave her in the dust for
interfering with fate.
He only ever saw the pretty face
and never looked beyond,
never saw the sleeping dragon,
waiting for the dawn.
A.N: There will probably be a slow stream of things appearing here. And the characters may change. I may also start posting my ideas here as well with a small excerpt of what would be expected to be in that story. If anyone is interested in adopting those ideas please let me know, and I'll send over my notes.