Second Chapter. Whooooohoooo
Yeah. so this one is called Catching the Warmth, Fire Breather. Its from Narutos point o' veiw now.
From cold to warm.
Nice.
A gentle boy,
in his castle of total dark.
He looks like a ghost.
Maybe the ghost of
Christmas passed?
He feeds me.
Food from the fires
of hell.
His kitchen hums.
Growling like a beast,
and I eat.
Trapped by his allur.
Or maybe the food.
He wants me to stay.
I want the food.
Maybe something more,
like warm and comfort.
No more odd end jobs,
broken fingers
or troubled times.
He reminds me of
Hades.
All shadows
a drifting spirit
dampening
darkening
even the most bright
of rooms.
I sing.
His eyes,
like coals
burn into me.
Its frightening.
Hes like Edgar Allen Poe.
All lost,
searching for his Lenore.
Am I the taunting Raven?
Or maybe the one
he searches for.
'Lenore, Lenore.'
'The one I am searching for'
He replies.
'The boy on the street?'
I tease and his face
like a mask
ripples.
Changing like a
shape shifter.
Then its back.
Cold as
death.
Coals for eyes
hair like a
rain cloud.
'I am do not know' he whispers and leaves.
I wander the dark confines
I feel like I must stay.
Brighten,
touch each room.
I will be his Lenore.
No Raven in this home.
Never more.